"I can't take it! It's too big! I can't take it!" Jane sobbed as torrid stabs of pain knifed through her body. It was battering her cunt! It was stretching her constricted passage. It bruised and tore the delicate lining of her cervix, but he was still trying to put it further in, rearing and plunging in a compulsive instinctive rhythm that was jackhammer in tempo and force.
"Oohhhh-aahhhh!" Jane moaned as the wondrous instrument between her legs began to acclimate itself to the meaty invader. She felt the pygmy's loose leathery sac with its heavy spherical luggage spanking constantly into her ass. She was skewered, impaled on Nagai's solid muscle, and it was fucking her, fucking her slick, contorted pussy. As the lubricant flow paved her vaginal walls, her constricted channel relaxed and her fiery cavern swallowed the pistoning shaft, milking it forcefully as it glided in and out, in and out. Most surprising to her, it felt good-deliriously good. She didn't want it to feel that way, but her passion and libido decreed otherwise. She clasped him with her inner sinews and he responded by squirting a single jet of his hot seed into her seething twat.
Jane glanced up at the mirror and gasped as she realized that her own hips had begun to move in rhythm with the dwarf's. She was pumping hard and fast, her lovely face flushed and florid and contorted. She screwed her scalding pussy up and down the gleaming black trunk and she couldn't stop! It was ecstatic, rapturous!
CHAPTER ONE
Jane emerged from her cell in the Salubria Compound, clutching her torn white blouse around her breasts. She ducked into the shadow of a palm tree and glanced quickly around, her heart thumping wildly.
Only briefly, she wondered who had left the cell door unlocked and then she began to run, skirting the gymnasium and Dr. Troy's office as she headed for the jungle, her blonde hair streaming behind her.
"Stop!" She heard a man's commanding voice ring out and then saw his hulking shadow. Terrorized with fear, she pivoted and changed direction, but she knew it was hopeless. It was the gigantic, black-skinned guard, rushing toward her. She could hear his harsh, labored breathing and the heavy padding of his shoeless feet. He was close and her escape attempt was finished.
"Hah! You no go nowhere, missy!" She heard him snarl as he bore her to the ground with a bone-jarring tackle. Then the rank male odor of his unwashed body assaulted her nostrils as he hunched over her like a predator, holding her fast with one huge hand while the other quickly stripped her white cotton blouse down the front, exposing the full globes of her breasts to the greedy suction of his thick-lipped mouth.
"You pretty girl-you stay here with me!" His muffled voice came from deep in the satiny cleavage of her tits. He was wallowing in them, frenzied with pleasure, reveling in the silky texture of the perfectly rounded mounds against his sweating black face. She was powerless to stop him or escape his grasp. She couldn't even cry out! He was brutally strong and his heavy body was crushing her, muting her voice to a mere gasp.
"Please! Please let me go!" she pleaded, searching the Negro's impassive face with her imploring eyes. She saw the image of him blur as the sudden hot tears welled up.
"Ooof-Oohhhh!" she gasped as hot tongues of pain shot through her chest when the black man thrust his knee in her stomach and crouched over her.
"No-o-o!" she groaned.
While one marauding hand roughly fondled her tits, as if she were a she-goat or mongrel bitch, the other unbuttoned his army-surplus khakis. He drew out his enormous black cock, already menacingly erect, and it jerked spastically as his thick fingers stroked it to the glowing stiffness of steel.
Jane stared into her captor's flattened ham like face and saw that there was not even the tiniest spark of compassion or understanding in those yellowed, fever-dulled eyes. They were the eyes of a wild creature and she was his prey, about to be devoured at his leisure.
He gazed fondly down at his prick; the only thought in his brain was to find a convenient nest for the aching organ.
"Ugghhhh!" Jane was suddenly gagging and jerking her head frantically as the black brute lunged forward and held his thick cock at the base like a cudgel. He tried to ram it in her mouth.
"No! Ugh!" she spat. "Leave me alone!" She was gagging not only from the shock of sudden contact of her lips with the moist rubbery staff, but from the penetrating odor of his genital musk. Inches from her face she could see the cheesy deposits that formed a ring of whitish paste between the drawn foreskin and the swollen, jerking knob.
It was putrid, rancid! Her stomach lurched and she tried to vomit. The man had not washed in days, and now as he seized her head in a viselike grip and yanked her face, into his reeking groin, she saw that his undershorts were yellow with urine stains and secreted filth.
He was pressing the swollen glans against her cheek and the loathsome sauce of rancid cock-cheese was transferring itself to her skin. He was smearing her with his filth!
He was trying to insert his turgid knob between her tightly compressed lips! He was trying to get her to blow him! He actually wanted to fuck her in her warm mouth, wanted to use it as a receptacle for his putrid abomination-for his lust! He wanted her to suck him off! She couldn't believe it was happening to her; she didn't want to believe it was happening to her. She closed her eyes to it.
"You suck, missy! You pretty girl-you suck my pettah!"
"No!" Jane hasped, spitting and choking. She dug her fingernails into his beefy thighs,. but nothing happened. The sweating brute was beyond pain. Intent on his own pleasure, he forced her lips apart with his fingers and then rammed between them with a sudden thrust. Jane, choking with rage and humiliation, felt the hot, heart-shaped bulb viciously fill her mouth.
"Jane-Jane-wake up. We're coming into Nairobi International Airport," a voice called to her excitedly.
Jane's eyes snapped open, but it took a fleeting moment for her to realize that she had had a nightmare. "Thank God, oh, thank God," she whispered under her breath and smiled at her Aunt Vera. She craned her neck to see out of the window as the 747 swooped gracefully into its landing pattern.
With Jane Van Cleef on their first visit to Africa was her aunt, Vera Ralston, her aunt's son, Peter Ralston, who was twenty-two and her teenaged sister, Piper, who was going to regale her school assembly in the fall with tales of her African vacation.
Aunt Vera had taken care of all the tiresome details like hotel reservations, tickets, baggage and visas so they had the chance to do some last minute shopping before leaving the next day on their trek to Salubria, a remote village in the interior. The last twenty miles of their journey would be over little more than a jungle trail.
Jane had been looking forward to meeting her uncle, Doctor Anthony Van Cleef, since she had gotten her degree from Schuyler. Everything about him had sounded interesting. She remembered her father used to mention him often before he passed away. Aunt Vera had even hinted that she and Doctor Tony were romantically inclined while they were still in college, but that was before she met Uncle Mike, her father's and Tony's brother.
Doctor Van Cleef had set up the medical mission in Salubria ten years prior to their arrival and had had to endure superstition and lack of medical supplies, but with perseverance and sweat he had managed to make the mission successful.
After a back-breaking journey, they arrived in Salubria and were elated to be where there was some semblance of civilization. And although the living conditions were primitive, Dr. Van Cleef had their facilities fixed up tolerably.
Uncle Tony was a pleasant-looking man, with blue eyes and wavy auburn-colored hair, graying at the temples. Although he tended toward stoutness, he appeared to be in excellent condition. He was fanatic about health foods and had his own garden where he raised organically grown vegetables and a lab where he prepared high-protein yogurt. He also had a complete gymnasium with a sauna bath imported from Sweden.
His assistant, whom he only introduced as Squires, was silent and unobtrusive but extremely solicitous of their welfare. He went out of his way to make them feel welcome and see to their creature comforts.
Jane thought the primitive village was intriguing and exotic, finding it strange to see the natives walking around half-dressed and the women breast-feeding their children to full view of everyone.
When Jane went to bed that night, exhausted from her enervating trek, she thought of her uncle and the wonderful thing he was doing-donating his skills, as well as a lifetime of study, to serve, unrecompensed, the needs of the natives.
He was a wonderful man, she thought, and she was already a little in love with him and his ideals. She fell asleep thinking about the tour of Salubria that he had promised for the following day.
CHAPTER TWO
Jane was awakened at six a.m. the following morning by Lucy, the doctor's stooped, gray-haired Negro maid, who shook her gently and handed her a steaming cup of tea.
"What kind of tea is this?" Jane asked after taking a sip out of the cup. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her hazel eyes. "It has an unusual flavor," she continued, raising the cup to her lips again.
"Dah," the old woman said, gumming a toothless smile. "Dah, dah."
Jane puzzled a moment, then burst into laughter as she understood. "Of course! You don't understand English, do you, Lucy?" she said. "How silly of me."
Lucy continued her gumless smile and left the room, closing the door behind her. Jane finished her tea and stepped into a pair of blue cotton shorts, a white blouse and her old blue sweater to guard against the early morning chill. Then she laced up her white sneakers and went into the dining hall to meet the others for breakfast.
Doctor Tony was seated next to her aunt, clean shaven and impressively robust in his starched jungle khakis and polished, high topped boots.
"Good morning, my dear," he said pleasantly as she pulled out a chair and sat down next to Piper. "Did you sleep well?"
"Very well, thank you," Jane replied. She took the blue china pitcher from her aunt and poured cream over her cereal, then picked up her spoon. The cereal had a tangy, nut-like flavor, unlike anything she had ever tasted before.
"What kind of cereal is this, uncle?" she asked.
"It is a special blend of organically grown grains," her uncle answered, munching a handful of raisins. "Millet, flax seed, oats, rice polish and wheat germ. I formulated the mixture myself." He glanced quickly at Peter, then at Piper and then back at Jane. "One serving contains more protein than a pound of sirloin steak."
"That's wonderful," Jane enthused.
After breakfast, Jane accompanied her health-conscious uncle on a tour of his tiny jungle village. Vera stayed behind in her cottage and Peter went with Squires to see the plots of farmland where the doctor raised his vegetables.
"This is the gymnasium," Doctor Tony advised Jane as they approached a rough wood structure. As crude as the building looked from the outside, the inside was tastefully done. A plush red carpet covered the floors and the walls were lined with mirrors. There were a number of barbells of graduated weights arranged in racks and several expensive-looking machines.
"A leg-extension machine," the doctor commented, pausing before a red leather-upholstered bench.
"How does it work?" Jane wanted to know.
"I'll show you." Moving with surprising agility for a man of his size, Uncle Tony hopped on the bench and sat with his feet underneath a movable bar. Then with his feet he raised the bar, laden with several twenty-pound barbell plates, until it was on a level with his lap.
"Excellent for firming the thighs," he said, peering intently at Jane through his thick glasses. He was sitting with his knees locked and his legs extended straight out in front of him. Without speaking, he reached for Jane's hand and pressed it firmly against one of his bulky, powerful thighs. Jane could feel her uncle's huge leg muscles underneath the thin fabric of his khaki trousers.
Doctor Tony beamed, revealing a row of even, white teeth. "You see?" he asked, rubbing her hand along his thigh. "This the value of regular exercise."
He released her hand and jumped down from the bench. "Now you try it."
With her uncle's assistance, Jane hopped to a sitting position on the edge of the padded bench and tucked her toes under the bar. Then she tried to raise it, but it seemed terribly heavy. "I don't think I'll be able to do it."
"Of course you can," the doctor said quickly. He squatted and removed several of the plates from the bar. "Now try it."
Jane tensed her thighs as hard as she could. The bar moved smoothly upward as her toes pointed straight out.
"Now hold it," her uncle commanded. He placed his hand on her bare thigh and traced the muscle groups which stood out in surprising relief. "This is the vastus group and these are the extensors," he explained, poking the tensed flesh with his blunt fingers.
"I see," Jane said. Her tautened thighs were trembling with the weight of the bar and they began to ache, but her uncle's commanding manner made her hold the position and his alarming familiarity caused her apprehension.
"It hurts, doesn't it? The muscles ache dully?" The doctor's face was close to Jane's and a broad grin creased his narrow lips as she nodded.
"Pain is good," he said. "It is only through pain that exercise brings benefits. The muscle tissue must be broken down before it can be built up." He patted her knee. "You may relax now, my dear."
From the gymnasium they proceeded to the sauna. It was an enclosed cubicle paneled with special aromatic woods. There were benches for reclining and a cabinet stocked with towels and lotions.
"The inside temperature is governed by the temperature of the heated stones," the doctor said as they stepped inside. "The dry heat opens the pores and allows the accumulated poisons to escape."
"I see," Jane replied. Still somewhat nervous from her experience in the gym, she watched her uncle closely as he clicked the inside lock of the door and gingerly removed his wrist watch.
"A daily sauna is a most invigorating and refreshing experience," he commented, placing his watch on the top shelf of the cabinet. "I'm going to take mine now."
Jane shifted her weight uneasily from one foot to the other, unsure of the doctor's intentions. He sat down on one of the benches and tugged at his left boot. She glanced at him and then at the door.
"Well, I've certainly enjoyed the tour," she said, fighting to keep her voice from betraying the uneasiness she felt.
"I think I'll be running along now. I have some more unpacking to do."
Uncle Tony showed no sign of having heard her as he continued to undress, tugging off the other boot and then peeling down to his black silk socks and stuffing them into the boots.
Jane moved to the door and tried to open it. It was locked! She twisted and turned the knob to no avail. Frantic now, she clawed at the ungiving door, breaking her well-manicured nails.
"Uncle Tony," she began, a knotty lump in her throat. He was standing as she whirled and faced him. A bland smile was on his face-almost a mocking smile-as though he were enjoying her discomfort. He had removed his khaki shirt and trousers and was clad only in a black undershirt and tight fitting black shorts which did little to conceal the nature of their lumpy contents.
"Uncle Tony, please! What's the meaning of this? I insist that you let me out of here this minute!"
"In due time, my dear," he answered, his eyes twinkling lecherously behind the rimless spectacles. "All in due time." He tugged his undershirt over his head and threw it on the pile of other clothes. Carefully he smoothed his wavy, graying hair. "Presently, as I said, I'm going to take my sauna." He smiled and moved a step closer.
"You, my dear, will stay," he said, his voice low and stern. "I want you to fuck me."
"What!!??" Jane gasped and moved away, her body rigid with fear."
The doctor took another step closer, smiling confidently. Suddenly his hand shot out and he had her by the arm, pulling her to him. She struggled, clawing frantically at the vise-like grip of his fist. He quickly stripped down his shorts, exposing his short, fat cock to her. The meaty stump protruded from his thick abdomen at a jaunty angle, surrounded at the base by a forest of auburn curls and weighted below with a large puffy sac.
"No!" Jane shrieked, "NO!" She tried desperately to break free. The doctor shifted his grip to her waist and pulled her hand to his crotch, bringing it in contact with his fat prick.
"Damn you!" Jane screeched and kicked with all her might. Her foot thudded into her uncle's shin. - "I'm sorry you find me so distasteful, Jane darling," he murmured without taking his eyes from her loveliness. Still maintaining his crushing grip on her waist, he reached into the pile of his discarded clothing and pulled out a German luger. It gleamed dully in his palm as he thumbed the safety off. He raised it and pointed it into her face.
"I'm sorry-because I must insist that you minister to my needs regardless of how you feel about me-romantically, that is," he said quite casually, as though he were ordering a chocolate milk shake. Pulling her with him, he moved to the bench and lay down, keeping the luger leveled at her chest. Then he placed her hand once again on his stubby phallus.
Jane's eyes shifted from those of the doctor to the muzzle of the ominous weapon. He had loosened his grip on her wrist but she did not dare to remove her hand from his plump, sickeningly moist penis. The man was dangerous and quite possibly insane, she concluded, so she had to maintain her calm if she was to come out of the horrible experience alive.
"You won't go unpunished, you know," Jane warned, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "When Aunt Vera finds out-" Her uncle's hideous laughter cut her short. "Your Aunt Vera is my prisoner," he informed her, his rotund body still shaking with mocking laughter. "At this very moment, she and your sister, as well as your cousin, Peter, are locked in cells in the prison compound under the watchful eyes of the native guards who are my faithful servants."
"But Peter went with Squires!" Jane said defiantly, thinking that she had caught him in a lie. "When they get back-" Again he interrupted her. "Squires is my personal attendant. Only through my efforts was he released from federal prison after serving a long term for sexual indiscriminations-raping young girls, to be exact. I instructed him this morning to drug the boy and take him to the compound. I'm certain that he carried out my instructions-he knows that one word from me and he goes back to prison."
The physician smiled unpleasantly and his huge hand leaped up, grabbing her roughly by the tit. He squeezed it, his powerful fingers crushing her nipple through the sweater and blouse, pinching it so hard that tears stung her eyes.
"Now then," he hissed, "we shall see how you are at carrying out instructions." He propped himself up on one elbow and glared into her eyes. "You will manipulate my penis while I relax and enjoy my sauna. You will stimulate me vigorously and in a variety of ways-but always stopping short of ejaculation. I must not lose any of my precious seminal fluid. I need my energy for my work."
Jane bit her lips and fought back the tears while her hand obeyed her uncle's wishes. She felt horribly degraded and humiliated. She hoped it was another nightmare and that she would wake up momentarily, but it wasn't; she had his loathsome prick in her hand, fondling it with her slender, tapered fingers as it gradually swelled and spasmed into erection.
"Why?" she asked pitiably. "Why? Why are you doing this to us?"
"Quite simple," he explained, "your Aunt Vera rejected me years ago. She had me, but she preferred my drunken brother. I wasn't good enough for her! I wasn't-"
"But Uncle Tony, I'm your niece," Jane burst out, trying to appeal to his familial attachment.
"Shut up!" he snarled. He thrust the pistol into her face. "I disowned the whole fucking lot of you years ago and bided my time till I could get revenge! So just shut up and get busy! I'll do the talking around here. Your job is to jerk me off! Keep your fucking mouth shut and get on with it!"
Jane choked back her sobs and kept silent. She kept fondling him, gliding her smooth white hand up and down the thick rubbery shaft of his half-erect cock while he lay back and watched her digital manipulations, grunting with excitement and pleasure.
"You have lovely hands, Jane darling," he said in a much gentler tone. "You remind me a great deal of Vera at your age. That's why I wanted you to play with me." He reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. "Take out your breasts, my dear. I want very much to see your delightful mammarian development."
Her face burning with shame, Jane slipped her hand inside her blouse and tried to reach the hook of her bra. The doctor grew impatient. His hand darted out and tore the flimsy garment off, exposing the perfectly rounded milk-white globes to his view.
"Yes," he murmured in appreciation, "your tits are lovely, Jane. Just as I always imagined Vera's were."
He cupped them in his big hands, then traced all around one spongy pink nipple with his thick, blunt finger, causing the nipple to harden and tingle. Then he smiled. "Yes," he sighed, "I think they'll do quite nicely. You may put them back now."
Tony withdrew his hand and buttoned up her blouse. Jane's hand, still attached to her uncle's cock, continued its steady jerking rhythm.
After a long silence, punctuated by her naked uncle's gasps of intense pleasure, the big man looked at Jane appraisingly. "I suppose you're wondering what I intend to do with you," he began. "Revenge is not my only motive for bringing the four of you here. For some years now I have been engaged in experimental work of a sexual nature-aphrodisiacs, contacts with animals, the stimulating effect of pain and so forth."
He broke off abruptly and seized her by the wrist. "Don't stop!" he screeched irritably. "Keep that hand moving. And tickle my balls too, while you're at it. Ahh-no, a little higher. Aahhh-that's it."
Humiliated and revolted, Jane jerked and tugged her uncle's still rubbery cock, trying desperately to bring him to the threshold of orgasm.
"Now where was I?" he mused. "Ah, yes-the experiments. For certain reasons involving verbal communication I have need of English-speaking female subjects. And now I have them." He rubbed his palms together and beamed delightedly. "You and Vera will be well suited to my purposes. Your sister appears to be too young, but a complete examination of her body, which I will personally conduct this afternoon, may prove otherwise. At any rate," he concluded, "I think we shall all get on famously."
The doctor's breath was coming in hoarse gasps now as the steady friction of Jane's hands induced the glowing penis to swell as it approached orgasm. He writhed and squirmed, arching his pelvis up at her as he grunted with pleasure and fucked his cock into her hand.
"Oh!" he gasped, his florid face radiant with joy. "Mmmm! Torture me, Jane darling, but don't make me come! I mustn't lose-ah-ohhh-arrghh!"
The doctor's body stiffened and shuddered violently. Jane felt his short, thick shaft expand and squirt a single rank-smelling jet of heated jism into her palm.
"Ahh-ahh-ohh," the big man mooed, lowering his buttocks back down on the bench as the spasm died down and his body gradually relaxed. "That was close! I almost lost it that time."
He inspected the drops in Jane's palm, then wiped it off with his handkerchief. After wiping her palm dry, he kissed it and remarked, "Thank you, my dear niece. You are a very talented young woman. If you continue to demonstrate your undivided loyalty and obedience, I may allow you to manually frig me again-perhaps on a daily basis."
After Jane had helped her uncle dress, she found herself in the prison compound, securely locked in the tiny cell which was to be her new home.
CHAPTER THREE
Jane and her aunt were in adjoining cells, but Peter and Piper were being held away from them and Jane was becoming more and more concerned for her sister's well-being. As sexually demented as her uncle seemed to be, any of a number of perverted activities could have been inflicted on Piper. And the more she questioned her uncle about her sister's health and location, the more abstract he became, until she felt as though she were approaching a nervous breakdown from her anxiety.
Uncle Tony was supplying them with three meals a day, each with a cup of his special herbal tea, and Jane and Vera suspected that it was drugged, although they hadn't suffered any ill effects from it. He would watch as they ate and smile benignly, taking obvious pleasure in their humiliation and suffering. And with him on each visit was a hunchbacked pygmy named Nagai, who tagged behind the doctor like a faithful puppy, a sickening grin always on his dirty face.
A week had passed and Jane hadn't seen or heard news of Piper and Peter. More than ever she was concerned for her sister. Now the possibility that her sister had been killed preyed on her mind and her aunt's reassuring words that no harm had come to her had little assuaging effect.
There were tears in Jane's eyes as she prepared for bed and Squires appeared at her cell door.
"You'll be seeing your sister tomorrow," he said with a diabolical smile on his face.
Jane was elated by the news, but at the same time, Squires' wicked grin made her uneasy.
"When?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," he answered vaguely. "Doctor Van Cleef will be conducting an experiment in your aunt's cell. You'll be able to see her through your window."
"What kind of an experiment!?" she asked, fearful of his answer. But he gave no answer. He displayed his evil smirk and walked away.
"What kind of experiment!?" she screamed after him, but he kept walking, ignoring her pitiable cries. It was hours before she finally fell into a fitful sleep, to dream of horrible tortures being inflicted on her sister.
It was noon of the next day when the activity in the next cell began. Jane watched anxiously, her face pressed into the bars of the tiny window between her cell and her aunt's.
The doctor, Squires, Nagai and two black guards wheeled in a table loaded with photographic equipment and then the two black guards brought in another plain table. Vera was stripped and strapped to the table by her wrists and ankles, her legs spread apart so her cunt was exposed and accessible.
The blacks left the cell and a moment later they reappeared with Piper, who looked a little pale and drawn, but otherwise in good health.
Jane breathed a great sigh of relief when she saw her sister and silently thanked God that she was still in good health and untouched. But for how long? How long would she remain untouched and what, exactly, did her unbalanced uncle intend doing in her experiment? She knew her questions would soon be answered as the two blacks lifted Piper to the other table, stripped her and strapped her in the same spread-eagle way that Vera had been strapped.
Doctor Van Cleef secured a long black whip made of an elephant's penis that had been stretched and dried. He lifted the grotesque pygmy, Nagai, onto the table with Piper and then stepped back a pace or two, watching with satisfaction as the hideous, misshapen little black man pawed at Piper's firm, voluptuous body, his eyes wide and intense.
Piper began to cry out and to struggle frantically, tugging and twisting at the leather straps that bound her, but she only succeeded in abrading her wrists and ankles. The dwarf sucked greedily at the nipples of her swelling young breasts. His grimy hands moved ceaselessly over her bare skin. He massaged and kneaded her firmly rounded thighs, then slid his hands between them, spreading the pink, slightly protruding lips of her cunt apart with his fingers.
His cock, rigidly erect, spanked against the helpless girl's legs and belly as he manually manipulated her firm flesh. He poked her taut, pink nipples with his stubby finger and then dropped to explore the springy elastic membrane of her hymen.
"Please!" the lovely teenager begged, lashing her blonde head from side to side. "Please let me go, Uncle Tony! Don't let him do this to me! I'm afraid! I'm afraid!"
The terror in Piper's voice brought tears to Jane's eyes and she beat her fists against the bars, screaming, "Stop-STOP! Let her go! Let my sister go!"
The doctor looked in her direction as he moistened his lips and smiled evilly. Then he laughed hysterically and walked to the table holding Piper.
"Nagai!" Doctor Tony cracked the elephant penis whip and the sexually aroused pygmy jumped to obey. He stopped his digital exploration of the virgin's pussy and positioned himself between her widespread legs. He poked the blunt head of his throbbing cock between the moist outer lips and slowly worked it into her, grunting and grinding his hips in a steady pendulum motion. His hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass and he pulled her midsection to him.
"Ohhohh-ohhohh!" Piper whimpered with pain as the cock dug deeper into her labia. Nagai was stretching her virginal obstruction to its utmost and Piper found herself praying that it would break and save her from the torment she was experiencing.
"Now! Looba!" the doctor's voice barked and the whip cracked. Squires leaned closer with his whirring camera, knowing the doctor cherished close-up pictures of eventful moments.
Nagai gathered his strength and lunged forward, rupturing the manacled girl's membrane and screeching the thick black stalk of his prick along the walls of her constricted vagina. The blood gushed and the two black guards let out murmurs of approval.
"AAHHHIIIEEE!" Piper screamed as the seething heat of pain scalded her brain.
Jane gasped in sympathetic reaction and disbelief that her uncle would actually allow the monstrous deed to happen. The pygmy's black shaft was buried in her sister's cunt, with only an inch of its tremendous length showing above the tightly stretched lips of Piper's blonde-fringed pussy. Nagai's heavy, swollen balls were resting against the oval cheeks of her petite ass.
"I'll kill you for this, Tony!" Aunt Vera screamed hysterically and then her words dissolved into tears and helpless rage.
The doctor laughed and his prick, stiffly erect now, protruded from the fly of the specially made leather garment he wore. He tugged and jerked it wildly as he watched Nagai fuck the blonde teenager.
Jane watched too. And despite her instinctive revulsion at the acts of depravity that were taking place before her eyes, she soon found herself in a state of mild sexual excitement. It was reprehensible-but it was true! She was actually deriving a perverse enjoyment from watching the hunchbacked gnome scuttle her baby sister!
"My God! What's happening to me?" Jane wondered. She shuddered violently and tried to tear her eyes from the erotic scene, but the prurience was too great. She watched and grew more passionate with each powerful lunge of the stunted black's gigantic rod.
Nagai buffeted Piper unmercifully, working his stud-like phallus in and out of her like a meaty plunger. He grunted animalistically each time he drove it home. Their pelvic bones ground together and the kinky black hair that surrounded the base of his huge muscle meshed with Piper's curly blonde pubes.
Piper still shrieked with agonizing pain and she struggled against the ungiving bonds, trying uselessly to rid herself of the impaling, skewering black rod.
"Make sure you get this sequence, Squires," the doctor ordered. He was jacking off furiously now and stood close to Piper so that the blood-filled glans was only inches from the girl's tear-stained face.
"All of it! I want this scene on film," he barked without looking up. His right hand moved steadily over his stubby penis as he aroused himself to a fever pitch.
"Yes, Doctor," Squires said as he moved quickly to the foot of the table and began to shoot from a new angle.
Tony moved the head of his pulsing cock toward her mouth, "Suck it!"
"No! No, I won't!" she spat out. She lashed her blonde head from side to side, thus unintentionally brushing the doctor's rigid stump with her full lips.
"Yes!" he snapped, seizing a fistful of blonde hair and pulling her face savagely into his groin. "Yes you will! You'll suck my cock, you little bitch!" He looked quickly at Vera and then at the guard to whom he had given the whip.
"Keeba!" he said, pointing toward the girl's aunt.
"Yes, bwana! Keeba!"
Vera sucked in her breath as the big black approached her. He drew back the wicked-looking whip.
"Nadio!" the doctor blurted out. "Yes! Quickly!"
The whip whistled through the air and cracked against Vera's firm white breast, leaving a livid red welt as she screeched with pain and lurched violently against the thongs that held her wrists and ankles.
"Nadio?"
"Nadio! Again!" Doctor Tony's steely blue eyes glinted savagely behind his rimless spectacles. The punishing whip snaked out again and Vera screamed in excruciating agony as a second angry welt appeared beside the first.
"Please!" Piper burst out. "Ill do anything you say! Please-don't hit her again!" Tears welled up in her blue eyes, but she did not turn her face away as the horny doctor inserted the bloated knob of his throbbing extension into her accepting mouth.
Nagai still hammered his turgid rod into the depths of her bloody cunt, but she seemed unaware of the meaty intrusion.
"Suck it!" Tony ordered as Jane watched with licentious fascination as her sister opened her mouth wide and surrounded the thick, slightly bowed shaft of the doctor's cock with her lips. She sucked on it voraciously, her eyes wide and intense, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm while her uncle grunted and moaned with blissful pleasure.
Jane pressed her face forcefully against the bars of the tiny window. Her body was aflame. Her nipples were taut and her crotch was tingling with waves of maddening sensation. Her pulse raced and her libido raged, but at the same time she felt sickened and revolted by the salacious tableau.
Piper slid her mouth up and down the length of the entrapped prick, sucking at it with her lips and fluttering her tongue, while the tireless dwarf rutted viciously in her lacerated and convulsing vagina. His grubby fingers tweaked and rolled her stiffened nipples, sending electrical sparks through her fevered nerves.
Nagai stepped up the pistoning pace of his driving shaft as Piper began to work with him.
Completely abandoning her initial abhorrence and fear now that she suffered no more pain, she met the gnarled gnome's thrusts with powerful, rhythmic movements of her body, and her mouth sucked harder on the thick column of her Uncle Tony's rigid muscle.
"Oh, God! Oh, my God," Jane whimpered as her hand crept down between her legs and her index finger slithered along the sensitive inner folds of her incensed cunt. Jane was sexually powerless to stop the increasingly forceful agitation of her finger against the stiffness of her clitoris.
Nagai was going to come! Piper was going to come! Her uncle was going to come! And by God-and with the help of her frictioning finger-so was she!
"Fuck her!" Jane's sex-anguished brain screamed. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fill her with cum!"
"Squires!" the doctor barked at his cameraman, drawing his cock from Piper's suctioning mouth. Still rigidly erect, it glistened with the young girl's saliva and several drops of milky sperm dribbled from the tip.
Squires, as soon as he heard the doctor's voice, covered the distance in one bound and moved in quickly to film out of a low crouch in order not to miss a single detail. He swung the humming camera in a slow arc from Piper's face to the wet blonde pussy skewered on Nagai's gleaming black pole.
Nagai was fucking it in and out of her like a drill, growling and grunting as his heavily laden scrotum spanked rhythmically against the stretched cushions of her quivering ass.
Piper's manacled body undulated frenetically. Crying unintelligible phrases, she pumped and gyrated and contorted her hips in an uninhibited frenzy. She screwed her tight twat up and down the rigid, unyielding shaft of the pygmy's cock. Faster and faster, they churned like finely meshed parts of a machine, like a piston slipping in and out of a tight-fitting chamber.
"Aahhgg!!!" Nagai shrieked and threw back his head. "Aaahhhggg!!!" he howled again.
The tortured wail told Jane that the pygmy was coming! Jane's breath was a tormented hiss as she pressed her face against the bars and strained to see, while her fingers savagely attacked her distraught clit.
" Aarrgghhh!!" Nagai's pistoning prick expanded to startling hugeness as the humpbacked little man pumped jet after spurting jet of his seedy fluid into the meaty receptacle between the teenager's legs. Piper yelped as if she were being whipped when she felt the hot geyser bathe the torn lining of her stretched vaginal passage.
Squires bent over them with the camera, holding the lens less than a foot from the pygmy's discharging prick.
"Aagghhh!" Nagai let out a final shuddering groan and Piper joined him in his ecstasy.
"I'm coming! I'm comminnggg!" she wailed, quivering like a dying bird in the throes of her exquisite orgasm.
Nagai fell back, after a few moments of mutual bliss, panting with exhaustion. His cock, which had become soft and rubbery, though it had lost none of its incredible size, slipped out of the girl's grasping cunt, trailing a single strand of cum-blood mixture that clung to the blonde pubic hairs around Piper's hot pussy.
Piper felt as though she had lost part of her body and there was a gaping void between her legs.
Slumped back of his elbows, the little black man raised his head and looked up at the doctor.
"Teeta, bwana?" he asked hoarsely. "Enough, bwana?"
"Nadio!" the doctor answered emphatically, smacking his fist into his palm. "Nadio! Excellent job, Nagai." He turned to Squires who was reloading his camera.
"Did you get all of it, Squires?"
"Got it all, doctor. A marvelous sequence." He took off his glasses and began to polish the lenses with his handkerchief. "Will there be another filming later today?"
"Yes, but I won't need you. The wall cameras will pick it up." He tugged the zipper of his tight-fitting leather suit. "Right now I'm going to take a sauna. At two o'clock I shall be back for a private consultation with Mrs. Davidson."
Squires gathered up his empty film cartons and went out, followed by Nagai. The two Negro guards unfastened the straps that bound Piper and helped the naked girl down from the bloody table. As soon as she touched the floor and tried to take a step, her knees gave way and she crumpled in a heap. The two guards lifted her and half-carried her from the room. Drops of blood mixed with sperm marked her trail.
Doctor Tony went to Vera's table, a smile of triumph on his smut face. While he gazed down at her tethered body, his thick fingers toyed with her bruised nipples.
"We do have some unfinished business-don't we, Mrs. Davidson?"
"You bastard!" Jane shouted out, replying for her aunt. She hated him with an intensity that she didn't think she was capable of feeling. He had debased her and humiliated her and her thighs were still wet with the lubricous flow of her self-induced orgasm.
"You dirty bastard!" she said again in a dull monotone.
"I beg your pardon?" The doctor glanced over his shoulder at her, his voice feigning surprise. "I do hope you're not angry with me. All this is quite new to you, isn't it? Well, you'll learn." As he spoke, he squeezed Vera's whip-scored breast, causing her to cry out in anguish.
"For example," he continued, holding Jane's attention with his unblinking eyes, "you probably find it difficult to admit-even to yourself-that you enjoyed being witness to the rape of your baby sister. But we both know that it's true, don't we?"
Jane tried to speak, but her throat choked the words back. She wanted to cry out that he was wrong, but she couldn't-the dirty sonofabitch was right and he knew it! But to make it even immeasurably worse-she knew it!!
"You were fingerfucking yourself, weren't you?" Jane drew back as her uncle quickly crossed the room and pressed his beefy face against the bars.
"Weren't you?" he repeated, peering at her triumphantly. Jane cowered against the wall.
"Is that why you're angry, my dear niece? Because you didn't get any? Yes, of course-that's it. You like to tumble in the hay as well as anyone, don't you?" He lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "Don't worry, Janie, you'll get yours. You are going to be fucked vigorously and in a variety of positions. Much of what I have in store for you will be painful, but you will be forced to submit to it-and in the end you will enjoy it."
He removed his glasses and looked at her with his myopic eyes. "Thus, through submission," he said with a smile, "you will learn to derive even greater pleasure and appreciation from what might best be termed the refinements of sexual indulgence."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane sat dejectedly on her cot, the doctor's words still ringing in her ears. Even though she despised her uncle and all he stood for, she had to admit in the privacy of her thoughts that he had spoken the truth.
But was it the truth? Alarmed at the horrible prospect, she put her hand in front of her eyes and sobbed, "My God... " Was she becoming perverted? A degraded monster-a sexual freak like her uncle.
She looked down at her naked body as if becoming aware for the first time of its hidden, dangerous potentialities. Strangely fascinated, she cupped her breast in her palm and gently stroked the rose-colored nipple to a jaunty alertness. Her breath became uneven and raspy as the aroused nipple tingled to her touch, sending tremulous impulses along her spine. She would have continued to a climax if she hadn't been interrupted by her aunt's pitiable cries.
"Help! Please-don't!" Vera's shrill, frightened plea, coming from the adjacent cell, struck Jane's ears and she scrambled to her feet and ran to the connecting window.
A huge black man, one of the guards, was standing over Vera. He had apparently slipped back without the others' knowledge, for he kept glancing nervously at the door as he struggled with his brass belt buckle and pulled his pants halfway to his knees.
Jane caught her breath as the Negro's huge black cock jutted menacingly out from his flat-muscled belly, jerking and throbbing as if endowed with a life of its own. Aunt Vera raised her head from the table and stared.
"No, please!" she sobbed. "Please, please, please!"
The guard smiled and muttered something unintelligible, seemingly pleased. Grasping the monstrous prick at its base, he swung it back and forth, brandishing it in front of her face like a club. Then he stripped it several times in rapid succession, working the loose foreskin up and down over the inflated bell shaped glans, grunting with satisfaction as he did.
"No!" Vera cried out as the Negro threw one leg over hers and tried to mount the table as he clapped a large black hand over her mouth, stifling her pathetic pleas. He was extremely nervous now and kept jerking his head in the direction of the door.
Muttering curses, the man stood up and showed Vera the knife he had pulled from the sheath at his belt. He pressed it against her welted breast, dimpling the white flesh with its sharp point. Satisfied that she would cooperate, he thrust his turgid cockhead in contact with Vera's pale red lips.
"Looba!" he snarled. He jabbed quickly with the knife and Jane fought back the tears as she saw that Aunt Vera, her pretty face contorting with pain, was submitting to the demands of the giant Negro. Her pale lips gaped open and engulfed the thick girth of his rock-hard cock. The big black began to fuck it in and out of her suctioning mouth with quick, urgent strokes, not forgetting to keep one eye on the door latch as he worked frantically to bring about his orgasm.
"Looba!" he growled again, twining his free hand in Vera's hair and yanking her face into his black crotch. His elongated tool was choking her and the heavy swollen eggs of his testicles were resting against her throat. "Looba! Looba!"
He jabbed again with the knife and Vera's hazel eyes glazed over as they registered the sharp pain.
Jane raged at the inhumane way the guard mishandled her aunt, but she dared not even cry out in protest, lest the harried black plunge the knife in simple reflexive movement. He was obviously little more than an animal, with no thought in mind other than sexual satisfaction. She kept silent and prayed that her Aunt's torment would soon be over.
It was. The Negro grunted like an enraged bull and arched his back with a shudder of ecstasy as the first violent paroxysms of pleasure surged from the expanding head of his cock.
Vera's cheeks ballooned as the giant's hot semen filled her mouth. She gulped and swallowed in self-preservation-to keep from choking to death. Again and again the black fountain spurted, as the Negro fucked frenetically with his hips, repeatedly pulling the choking woman's face savagely into his groin in a futile effort to get the entire length of his spasming rod inside her sucking mouth.
"Ugghhh!" The man let out a final growl and pulled back, his deflating cock trailing a strand of viscous jism from Vera's chin and throat. She gasped for breath, her abused mouth still wide open, the lips very red and a mixture of her own saliva and the giant's milky seed dribbling from the corners.
"Aunt Vera!" Jane cried aloud as the smirking guard zipped up his pants and hurriedly left. "Are you all right?"
Her aunt didn't answer. She was unconscious.
Jane walked back to her cot and sat down disconsolately, thinking of ways to escape the clutches of her demented uncle. They would have to escape or be turned into animals, products of his machinations, lusting only for sex. It was obvious to her what the doctor's intentions were-to break down their will, to confuse them, to force them to submit to his sexual experimentations until they wanted it and needed it. Jane was determined to fight him, to talk to her kin and make them fight him and that way, and only that way, could they thwart him in his diabolical plans.
As Jane thought of their dire circumstances, another, more ominous facet occurred to her. Her uncle couldn't expect to keep them prisoner for life and neither could he let them go free. For once they were again back in civilization, he knew they would go to the police and he would be taken into custody. He had only one course open to him; after they had outlived their usefulness, he would have to do away with them. Jane broke out in a cold sweat as she contemplated their imminent death. She had to talk with her aunt and make some plan for escape.
After Jane called for a few minutes, Aunt Vera finally regained consciousness and approached Jane at the connecting window. They talked for an hour but came to no concrete conclusion. They would try to gain the help of the natives who seemed to be suffering as much as they under Doctor Van Cleef's maniacal abuse.
The one thing they could do, even if their deaths precluded their testimony in court should the occasion arise, would be to make a deposition that could be instrumental in getting the unsavory man convicted. To that end, they wrote and signed the following document:
-"We, the undersigned, Vera Davidson and Jane Van Cleef, hereby swear that on July 4, 1972, we, together with Peter Davidson, the son of Vera Davidson, and Piper Van Cleef, the sister of Jane Van Cleef, and a minor, were forcibly kidnapped by Doctor Anthony Van Cleef and held by him against our wills in the village of Salubria, Kenya. We further testify that on that day and ensuing days we were forced to witness the rape of Piper Van Cleef by and under the direction of the doctor, who further inflicted sexual atrocities on all our persons.
-signed, Vera Davidson // Jane Van Cleef
CHAPTER FIVE
Early the next morning the doctor and Squires, wheeling a morgue table, entered Jane's cell along with the two guards. One of the guards was carrying a basket and the other one was leading a lovely Negro girl about Piper's age. The girl was naked and her hands were lashed behind her back with leather thongs.
"Good morning, my dear," the doctor said pleasantly. In his right hand he carried a riding crop which he slapped sharply against his high-topped boot as he spoke. "Did you have a restful sleep?"
He made a sweeping motion with the riding quirt, and before Jane could get to her feet or utter a protest, she felt herself being seized by Squires and the taller of the two guards. Together, they quickly lifted her and placed her on the cool metal table. "Not yet!" Tony's voice rang out. "I want the other one on the table first. Deeba! Nadio, nadio!"
Jane was taken from the table and released. She cowered on her cot, hugging her knees close to her breasts in an effort to hide her nakedness.
The two husky guards strapped the Negro girl to the table. She screamed and cried, cursing them in their native tongue as they tightened the cutting straps about her wrists and ankles. Her arms were stretched above her head, making her ebony breasts jut brazenly upward and her deep red nipples protrude like little fingers. Her legs were spread wide, exposing the liver-colored inner lips of her vulva through the thick glossy pubic hair.
While Squires adjusted the lens of his camera and took readings with his light meter, the doctor ran his hands over the young girl's naked body in an impassive, clinical way, strangely devoid of passion. His heavy face was expressionless as he poked roughly at the helpless girl's exposed cunt with his index finger, deliberately bruising the sensitive tissues. He spread the labia and searched for her clit, finding the taut nodule behind a fleshy fold at the apex of her vulva. His punishing finger mangled the blood-filled nubbin, pushing his captive's endurance beyond her pain threshold, causing her body to twitch convulsively and making her cry out in woeful agony. His pudgy face broke out in an evil grin as he glanced over at Jane.
"I suppose you're wondering what I have in store for you?" he asked. Jane ignored his question. Doctor Tony's eyes, magnified and distorted by his thick glasses, exuded evil and lacked any sign of emotion.
"Boy!" he snapped, suddenly straightening up and throwing his powerful shoulders back. "Looba! Nadio!" He slapped his boot with the riding crop and the tall guard scrambled to bring the basket and place it at the doctor's feet.
"Vema! Deeba!" Without taking his eyes from Jane's, he instructed the guard to remove the lid from the basket. The man approached the basket cautiously, reaching tentatively for the lid and then he recoiled in terror. Jane whimpered in horror as a huge black snake wriggled out of the basket, its skin iridescent and dry. The deep-set, beady eyes were located on either side of the wedge-shaped head.
The doctor cracked his whip and the snake slithered back into the basket. Her uncle smiled broadly as he leaned close to her.
"Do you like my little pet?" he asked. He continued to control the snake with his whip as he spoke, the leathery slapping sound reacting on the snake like a fakir's musical instrument. "It is a healthy specimen-a young male of the genus Dendraspis, a relative of the cobra family-known throughout Africa as the black mamba." He chuckled wickedly. "The black mamba, I might add, is one of the most toxic snakes in the world. Its venom is secreted from two poison sacs located behind its curved, needle-sharp fangs. When it strikes... !"
Jane recoiled instinctively as the doctor's quirt lashed out with lightning speed and cracked inches from her face.
Her uncle's body shook with laughter, but his eyes remained as expressionless as glass marbles. "When it strikes, as I was saying, it buries its fangs deep into the victim's flesh and the venom is injected into the tissues. It is absorbed into the blood stream instantly," he informed Jane, rapping the quirt sharply against his boot for emphasis. "Carried to the vital centers-the heart, the lungs, the cerebral cortex-death, for a large animal such as a water buffalo, comes in three minutes. A lion dies in two." He moistened his lips with his tongue. "The entire body becomes rigid and paralyzed. Breathing stops and it either dies of cardiac arrest or drowns in its own pulmonary fluid."
The big man rocked back on his heels and gazed down at the black mamba which was bobbing and weaving in an effort to get out of the basket.
"For a man-or a woman," he said, looking quickly at Jane, "The time is one minute."
The doctor turned to his cameraman. "Ready, Squires?"
"Ready, doctor." Squires cradled the camera and sighted through it at the naked girl strapped to the table. Doctor Tony said something to the tall guard in Swahili and the man cautiously replaced the lid on the basket, trapping the deadly snake inside. He placed the basket on the table between the girl's feet.
"Deeba!" the doctor ordered. "Remove the lid."
The guard did as he was told and then leaped back to safety. Jane shuddered with revulsion and fright as the black mamba slithered from the basket until its entire six foot length was coiled on the metal table between the terrified Negro girl's calves. While the camera whirred noisily, it waited, flicking its tongue and looking nervously about. The girl held motionless, not breathing, not even daring to think. Her eyes were fixed on the snake, reflecting the almost hysterical trepidation.
"Our reptilian friend," the doctor said, returning his attention to Jane, "having been granted his freedom, will instinctively attempt to crawl into the nearest cavity large enough to conceal its bulk." He gestured with his riding crop. "In this instance, the nearest cavity happens to be the warm, inviting pussy of the experimental subject. Whether or not it is large enough to accommodate the entire length of the snake's body-we shall soon discover." He motioned for Jane to come close to the table.
Jane watched with morbid fascination as the thick black reptile began to behave in exactly the manner predicted by her uncle. Sliding its broad flat head up along the girl's inner thigh, it nosed with its blunt snout in the glossy black curls at the ebony crotch. As it began to burrow into the slippery labial slot, headed for the dank, warmth of the sepia maid's vagina, the girl's eyes rolled in their sockets and flecks of white foam appeared at her lips. Her whole body began to vibrate and jerk spasmodically and a strangled animal cry of despair came from deep in her throat.
At the first quivering movement, the black mamba reared and struck with terrifying speed. Its needle-sharp fangs pierced the girl's chocolate-colored belly again and again, mixing blood with venom.
"Oh, God! Dear God!" Jane sobbed, her head shaking in disbelief. The girl's lovely young body had stiffened in a matter of seconds to a hideous rigidity and she stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.
The snake glided up over the perfectly formed brown tits and over the frozen doll-like mask of the dead girl's face and then dropped off the table onto the floor where the guard warily scooped it into the basket.
The doctor snorted in disappointment. "Now I must find another subject to find out if a female's cunt is large enough to house my pet's elongated form." He looked at Squires, who was busy changing filters on the camera. "Let's hope that no technical irregularities or miscalculations will mar the excellence of the film-after all, it was an interesting and unique sequence."
The guards were untying the dead girl as Tony approached Jane, a knowing look in his eyes, and flicked at one pink nipple with his quirt. She covered her delightful tits with her arms and backed away.
"Our subject," her uncle said in a conversational tone, "was somewhat nervous and it cost her her life." As he talked, he walked around Jane, appraising her nude body, much as he would if she were a slave on an auction block, flicking at her breasts and buttocks with the stinging thongs of his riding crop.
Suddenly, he dropped the quirt and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her roughly to him. "Perhaps you will be able to do better!"
Jane struggled with all her might but it was to no avail. She gasped for air, suffocating in her uncle's crushing embrace as he dragged her to the The Virgin and the Witchdoctor table.
"Guard!" he boomed and they were upon her, all of them, their hands moving roughly over her body, feeling her tits and ass and cunt as they strapped her down with her back flat against the cold metal.
"No! Please! No, no!" Jane pleaded as she tugged helplessly against the cutting thongs that held her immobile. They had spread her legs wide and strapped her ankles to the table in such a manner that her knees were doubled and raised. The hunchbacked pygmy, Nagai, entered the room and squatted on the table between her thighs, smearing saliva over his huge, stiffly erect black cock as he prepared to insert it into her exposed cunt.
Jane stared at her uncle who was helping Squires climb up a stepladder and secure his camera and spotlights. She had never felt complete hate for any human in her life, but now she did! She hated her uncle with all the consuming passion of her being. He had taunted her and threatened her with the snake until her resolution to fight him melted into nothingness. He had humbled her, made her beg for mercy and then laughed mockingly. He had whipped her with his quirt and made her say things that had always been alien to her, repulsive to her. He had made her say: "I want to be fucked!" she had screamed. "Again-louder this time!"
He had laid the vicious leather thongs across her beautiful tits and marked them with livid welts until they burned like fire.
"Say it!" he had commanded, stinging her exposed thighs and buttocks with the whip. "Say it the way I told you to say it!"
"Fuck me!" Jane had yelled, half out of her mind with anguish and pain. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He had smiled triumphantly. "Very well, my dear niece-you shall be fucked."
That was how she escaped the torment of being attacked by a snake. The substitute was Nagai, who sat poised and ready to ram his monstrous cock into her inviting twat, ready to spread the pink petals of her succulent pussy apart and drive his gigantic phallus deep into her moist, warm vagina.
"Are you ready?" he asked Squires.
"Ready, doctor," he answered, quickly raising the camera to eye level.
"Excellent. Now, Nagai."
At the doctor's word the camera began to hum its dull monotone and Jane felt the pressure of a hard blunt object against the moist petal-folds of her pussy. Nagai, the gnarled little dwarf, was bending over her, trying to work his elephantine cock into her with a steady pumping motion of his frail hips.
"Ugh! Stop it!" she shrieked as she whipped her head from side to side, trying to avoid the drool of spittle that was dribbling from his toothless mouth. She could see everything that was happening at the entrance to her vagina, in the overhead mirror which the good doctor had solicitously arranged. Revolted though she was, she found that she couldn't tear her eyes away from the salacious proceedings.
After several moments of steady, vigorous thrusting, Nagai had succeeded in wedging only the head of his mammoth prick into the slick-surfaced folds of her quivering labia. She could both feel and see the enormous bulb nosing its way into her churning depths, to be followed by a thick black stalk that she thought was too big-far too big for the narrow channel of her fiery cunt.
It burned like the fires of hell as he slowly fucked it into her, stretching the gooey orifice with its tremendous girth and cleaving the mucus-slick folds, ironing them out as he fucked deeper and deeper into her convulsing vagina, growling and grunting bestially with the effort.
"I can't take it! It's too big! I can't take it!" Jane sobbed as torrid stabs of pain knifed through her body. It was battering her cunt! It was stretching her constricted passage. It bruised and tore the delicate lining of her vagina. It poked into the narrow opening of her cervix, but he was still trying to put it further in, rearing and plunging in a compulsive instinctive rhythm that was jackhammer in tempo and force.
"Oohhhh-aahhhh!" Jane moaned as the wondrous instrument between her legs began to acclimate itself to the meaty invader. "She felt the pygmy's loose leathery sac with its heavy spherical luggage spanking constantly into her ass. She was skewered, impaled on Nagai's solid muscle, and it was fucking her, fucking her slick, contorted pussy. As the lubricant flow paved her vaginal walls, her constricted channel relaxed and her fiery cavern swallowed the pistoning shaft, milking it forcefully as it glided in and out, in and out. Most surprising to her, it felt good, deliriously good. She didn't want it to feel that way, but her passion and libido decreed otherwise. She clasped him with her inner sinews and he responded by squirting a single jet of his hot seed into her seething twat.
Jane glanced up at the mirror and gasped as she realized that her own hips had begun to move in rhythm with the dwarf's. She was pumping hard and fast, her lovely face flushed and florid and contorted. She screwed her scalding pussy up and down the gleaming black trunk and she couldn't stop! It was ecstatic, rapturous! She gyrated wildly and whipped her ass from side to side in a frantic effort to make the runt blow his milky load. He was a grotesque gnome, hideously ugly and diseased, but she wanted him to cum, she wanted him to fill her scalding cunt-meat with his pygmy sperm.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded, her body jerking wantonly. She was overwhelmed by the orgiastic emotion of the moment and threw her entire being into the erotic maelstrom.
He was working at a frenzied pitch, slamming his abnormal prick into her, fucking with violent, cleaving thrusts, while his toothless mouth gummed her hardened teats. But it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more-much more! She wanted to cum! She wanted to feel the earth swallow her up and engulf her with the indescribable bliss of climactic fulfillment.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked hysterically, her eyes blazing with unbridled passion. "Fuck me, you ugly little bastard! You humpbacked, black bastard! Fuck! Fuck-fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me! Fill me with cum!"
Her voice was out of control too! She was saying things she had never said before-things she had been taught never to say. Filthy, obscene things that she had always felt were beneath her intelligence.
But now she was saying them and practicing them! "Fuck! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me with your big, black cock! Fuck my cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
At the same time her eyes were hypnotically following every throbbing thrust of the black prick in the mirror as it plumbed the smoldering depths of her boiling cauldron.
"Hmmmmm-great! Marvelous! Ecstatic! Delirious! Ram your cock into my belly!" Her body was uncontrollable now that her ingrained inhibitions were shattered by Nagai's meaty axe. Her hips and ass flailed wildly and she shouted obscenities at the top of her lungs. All her subconscious desires, deeply buried and carefully hidden-from herself and from others-were rushing to the surface to express themselves in words and action!
Her brain screamed, "I'm fucking the way I always wanted to fuck!" The thought repeated itself in Jane's brain, as though it was overjoyed with the sudden release and sent powerful thrills of excitement through her writhing body. "I'm fucking-I'm fucking! I'm really fucking!"
"I love it! I love to fuck!" she shouted deliriously as she pumped and squirmed. Wave after wave of erotic sensation emanated from her beleaguered clitoris and rippled rapturously to her tautened nipples. It singed and stung her raw nerves and made her body a spastic mass of unformed cells.
"Fuck me, Nagai! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" Jane urged the humping little man as she gasped for breath and arched her back sharply. She raised her hips to follow the pygmy's withdrawing prick as Nagai straightened and fell back on his haunches in a squatting position.
"Don't stop! Don't stop, now!" she cried out in anguished tones. She wanted him inside of her! She wanted and needed the bruising bulk of his oversized prick in her! She wanted his cum-she wanted to feel the warmth of it as it spewed out in gushing spurts, filling her cunt with liquid fire.
"Fuck me! Finish fucking me!" she begged, straining against her bonds. Only the bulbous head was still in her, teasing her, reminding her of its cunt-filling proportions. He was joggling it with short, quick thrusts, gazing mockingly into Jane's eyes.
He was taunting her, forcing her to beg for his cock.
"Please-fuck me!" she pleaded, past caring about appearances. "Please shove it in me!"
Nagai stared at her with a toothless smile. Jane knew he could see the raw, grating passion in her eyes. It was a universal language, but-she didn't care, she wanted his cock, wanted it with an aching, urgent desire. She didn't care either that her every degrading movement was being recorded on film.
"Please! Fuck me, fuck me!" Jane's voice tailed off in a whimper of frustration as Nagai drew his cock all the way out and the swollen glans, wet with the residue of her excitement, was nosing teasingly against her hungry cuntlips.
"Please-please! Fuck me!"
Her uncle's mocking laughter rang out, stinging smartly against her eardrum. She gazed into his smirking face wishing she could get her hands on his throat.
"You see?" he said, bending over her while his hand reached for something beyond her field of vision. "You see? You're just like all the rest of them. Did you think I was taken in by your reading glasses and your poetry? Ha!" he snorted again with laughter.
When his hand came into view, it bore a rubber glove, which he stretched over his hand and rolled it up until it covered his thick, hairy wrist.
"Oh, I don't doubt that you appreciate and enjoy good poetry, but you enjoy a good fuck even more, don't you?"
Jane made no answer. It would only be superfluous. Her uncle turned away from her and she couldn't see what he was doing, but she suddenly felt the pressure of his gloved hand on her raised ass.
"No!" she protested as she felt his finger ringing around her puckering asshole. He had coated the index finger with Vaseline and probed gingerly at her sphincter muscle, testing its resiliency. Nagai was still resting on his haunches, his rigid cock quivering only inches from her inflamed pussy, as he waited for the doctor's instructions.
"What did you say, my dear?" the doctor asked sharply. "I'm afraid I misunderstood you." As he spoke, his fat finger poked through the sanctity of her anal passage. Her hips bucked from the thick entry.
"Did you say no?" he asked as his finger reamed the slick lining of her rectal canal, swiftly spiralling her passion to new heights. "You didn't say no, did you?" His face loomed over her, his puffy, expressionless eyes prying into her beleaguered mind. "You want me to fingerfuck you in the ass, don't you?" He jabbed viciously with his finger. "Don't you?"
"Y-es!" she blurted out, her ass itching horribly from his definitive digital attention.
"Say it! Say that you love it!" He gave Nagai an almost imperceptible signal and the dwarf went into instantaneous action, poking his swollen knob at the yielding, wet petals of Jane's puffy labia.
Jane squirmed erotically. The bloated head felt wonderful and she wanted all of it. She wanted it desperately.
"Yes!" she burst out. "Yes-I want you to fingerfuck me in the ass and I want Nagai to fuck my belly off! I love it-I want it! I want to be fucked, fucked, fucked!"
She was shocked by the unfamiliar note of lascivious urgency in her voice, but her needs superseded her shock. "Fuck me, Nagai!" She said it demandingly, fixing the wrinkle-faced runt with a hungry, passionate gaze.
"Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she screamed, not knowing if the little black man even understood what she was saying.
Doctor Tony withdrew his finger from her anus and chuckled devilishly. "Fuck!" his voice crackled.
The camera whirred and Jane felt the blessed, longed-for intrusion of the pygmy's gigantic cock as it shoved its way through the clasping, kissing folds of her wanton twat. It buried deep in her quivering, torrid vagina and she could see, in the mirror, that only a fraction of an inch remained uncovered between the tightly stretched, damp orifice of her glutted channel. The black tufts of pubic moss that surrounded the thick columnar staff of the welcome invader was meshed with the feathery lushness of her pubic patch.
"Fuck her, Nagai!" the doctor ordered. "Fuck her!"
Jane gasped ecstatically as the pygmy began to piston his imbedded rod and his black eyes brightened with the intensity of his sexual pleasure. He drubbed it in and out of her as though it were a pneumatic drill and the sucking walls of her passionately aroused pussy were clinging deliciously to its hard, veined-streaked surface.
In and out, in and out! Jane had no idea how long they had been at it, panting and rutting like animals in heat, but they were joined together by Nagai's pistoning black prick and both of them were slamming and grinding into each other with wild abandon, working to ignite the first fiery spark of their orgasms.
In the overhead mirror, Jane could see the dwarf's misshapen back, gleaming with sweat, and below it his surprisingly muscular buttocks, which were contracting powerfully with every lunging stroke.
"Fuck me, baby!" she whispered urgently as her fingernails clawed at the lumpy mass of flesh on his back. "Give it to me-give me your cum!"
"Ooofff!" Nagai grunted as he locked his fingers into her ass and pulled her tighter into him. He increased the punishing rhythm, socking his pelvis into hers with terrific, explosive force. The blunt, swollen glans tamped against her cervix, threatening to burst through the narrow opening. His heavily laden balls smacked wetly into the deep crevice of her sweating ass with every forward stroke.
"Ah-ahhhh! Aahhh! Oohhhh! Oohhhh! Oh-h-h-h-h!" Frantic animals cries of intense rapture bubbled in Jane's throat as she milked him with her mucus-slick cunt, squeezing to trigger his orgasm, fucking frantically to make him come. She longed for the sudden burning jet of his torrid seed to bring about her own titanic climax.
Every exposed nerve in her body was afire with the urgency of her passion as Nagai's rock-hard cock expanded to new hugeness and jerked spasmodically. He was ready to explode and Jane thrilled ecstatically with the exquisite expectation of the oncoming flood.
"Cut!"
The doctor's stern command rang out and instantly Jane felt the pygmy pull out his hammering prick. Stunned by the sudden departure of the maddening tool, she glanced up in the mirror and saw Nagai proudly stroking the glistening knob with his fingertips. By some incredible feat of control he had managed to keep it from exploding. His unwieldy phallus was as stiffly erect as before, hard as ebony and not a single dribble of sperm oozed from the pink slit at the tip.
"No!" Jane screamed. "No-please!"
"Thank you, Nagai," her uncle said as though he were thanking the gardener for a job well done. "That will be all for today." His gloved hand reached out and stroked the pygmy's steely muscle. "Mombawa-topo keepo."
"Please-you can't leave me like this!" Jane whimpered, her pussy churning and her belly knotted with the unfulfilled passion of her erotic desire.
"Mombawa," Nagai said, beaming from ear to ear.
"Tokeepa."
"Please!" Jane gasped disconsolately as she saw Nagai prepare to jump down from the table. He did so with obvious reluctance, but the doctor had ordered him to cease his activity and he had no choice. His eyes remained fixed to the wondrous cunt, pleading for his phallic attention.
"Please!" she whimpered, but it was no use. The doctor had spoken and she would have to remain in her sexual limbo.
Squires climbed down the ladder, the camera slung over his shoulder, through for the day. Her uncle peered into her eyes. "You see?" he said with a triumphant smirk. "You do like to fuck-perhaps even more than the others."
He put his gloved fingers to the distraught node of her sexual excitement, sending waves of urgency radiating through her body. She twisted and squirmed. Her body was a leaping, billowing pyre! Every nerve and fiber was screaming for release!
Tears of rage and frustration and rampant lust welled in her eyes as her uncle suddenly pulled his massaging fingers from her beleaguered cunt. She heard him burst into amused laughter as he walked toward the door.
He paused with his hand on the latch. "Good-day, my dear niece."
"You can't!" she sobbed, bucking and straining at her bonds. She hunched and wriggled and squirmed, rotating her hips furiously in a vain attempt to attain the desired release. "Not like this! Please don't leave me like this!!" she howled pitiably, like a trapped animal.
Her uncle went out and closed the door behind him.
CHAPTER SIX
An hour later, Lucy, the bid harridan of a maid, came in and released her and left.
Alone in the cell with her thwarted desire, Jane thrashed about on the cot. This seemed like final humiliation, to be abandoned by the animals who tortured her into this awful frustration. Despite everything that they did, she had tried to resist, but when it seemed that they had won and she had capitulated, they abandoned her as if she were a child's plaything.
She clenched her fists tightly and hugged her arms to her breasts, but still the lusty sensations that had burgeoned in her guts remained to taunt her. The aching hunger in her loins, by its insistent demand, wouldn't permit her to forget.
Acting out of their own volition, her fingers probed the wetness where Nagai had been. As she touched the tender places, tremors of excitement raced through her body, reawakening the crouching desire in her groin, and she could feel tickling sensations along the length of her parting legs.
Her long limbs squeezed together, trapping her hand in the heat of her crotch. As her breath became short and raspy, the memory of the way Nagai had taken her became so vivid that she could almost feel his huge prick pumping and pulsing inside her distraught cunt. Her middle finger was now fully inside her scalding vagina and her palm was abrading over her stiff clitoris. Her head began to roll deliriously from side to side as she fingered herself to the memory of Nagai's immense penis. Her free hand caressed her bulging tit, while her fingers rolled and tweaked the distended nipple.
Suddenly the cell door burst open and Jane panicked when she saw her uncle's nude form standing in the doorway.
"Sorry to interrupt your self-amusement, my dear," he said, his lips pursed sarcastically.
Jane, flushed with embarrassment, pulled her hand from the warmth of her pussy-meat.
"You really ought to have more faith in me, you know. I wouldn't allow an attractive young lady like yourself to lay there playing with her torrid pussy when I'm so empathetic with your needs." He crossed the room rapidly and stood beside the bed. "What our young lady needs is to be fucked by an enormous pecker. That is true-isn't it!"
Jane didn't consider answering him. She didn't even look at him as he spoke.
"I suppose it never occurred to you that I'm only interested in your welfare. When I hear you ask for something, I'll act on it, because I know that you wouldn't ask for anything unless you really wanted it. For example, you screamed that you wanted to be fucked-so, I have a little package outside which seems ideally suited to your needs."
He walked over to the far wall of the cell and rapped sharply against it with his riding crop. Within seconds, the door opened and two of the natives appeared, their backs burdened by the weight of a huge black leather pouch. Jane propped herself on her elbow and stared at them apprehensively as they wrestled the bulky object to the floor. Along the top of the object she could see a row of shiny brass rings, through which one of the natives was looping a long length of manila rope. The other native, working methodically, stood on the base of the bed and threaded the free end of the rope through a pulley which was bolted to the ceiling above Jane.
It was only when the men had hoisted the cumbersome pouch into the air that Jane realized that its contents were human. She could see the outline of a body inside. In the middle of the bag was a zipper which extended in a complete circle around the bag's circumference. One of the natives reached up and slid the zipper open a few inches, just enough to make a small hole in the center of the leather cocoon. The other man had attached the rope to a metal device on the wall and could now support the weight of the pouch by himself.
After the men finished, Doctor Tony, who had been nervously supervising the operation, reached up and put his hands into the slot where the zipper had been partially opened. He grappled with something inside but didn't seem to be getting anywhere. He cursed out a command in Swahili and the guards began to pummel the pouch, their fists smacking against the leather until a low moan of pain sounded from within and a series of slight movements were made. The doctor reinserted his hands into the opening and fished around.
"There, finally got hold of it," he muttered to himself. He turned and sneered at Jane. "I told you I'd bring you what you wanted. Exactly the thing for a lascivious little bitch."
His hand tugged at a pinkish-red object, drawing it through the opening. Jane could see that there was hair, skin and flesh. Her brain was whirling dizzily as the doctor removed his hand with a flourish. The flesh took form. It was meaty, long, big and red and had twin globes at the upper end. Jane's tortured mind didn't want to admit what it was, but her crotch seemed to have eyes of its own and it knew only too well that it was the cock and balls of a healthy male!
Strong hands seized her wrists and guided them toward the protruding hunk of flaccid flesh dangling from the opening.
"Jerk it off! Jerk it off, you little whore, masturbate it!" Her uncle's words came through to her like a voice from a nightmare, repeating the sordid suggestion over and over again. The powerful, vise-like grip seemed to be relaxing, but his echoing voice continued on and on, first commanding and then gradually becoming more soothing, more suggestive, almost hypnotic.
"Stroke it, caress it-you know you want it. Handle it, fondle it, you want to-you want to feel the silken flesh in your hand. You want to stroke it and make it swell up. You want it to be hard and long and in you."
He removed his hands from her wrists but she stayed with the penis. She did want it hard-and she did want it in her.
"You want it in you," he continued. "But you have to make it hard first. Stroke it, Jane, stroke it."
Her uncle's voice droned on and then she couldn't understand, at first, why he became silent when he did. The reason became crystal clear. It was because he no longer needed to goad her into action. Her long tapering fingers had encircled the base of the massive cock and she was steadily moving, up and down, along the length of the awakening prick.
She felt the pulsing veins of the phallus as it began to harden with the rush of blood. It was as if she had established an electrical circuit between the throbbing muscle and her cunt. The pulley above them creaked and she could feel the desired package being lowered to her. She bucked her hips upward, toward the rigid cock pointing at her eager pussy, trying to pull it into her maddened cunt-meat, but she had no success, all she could get was the slightest brushing of it against her pubic hairs.
"Oh please-please let it down," she cried out to them. "You were right-I do want it in me. Let me fuck it. Oh, let me fuck it!"
They were all around her, their strong hands pinning her down against the bed so she couldn't move. Her uncle laughed maniacally. The pulley squeaked again and he brushed the lowered cock-head against her soft pussy-lips, playing with her passion. Her cunt was like the chimping mouth of a predator, hungering to devour the prey, but they denied her.
"This is where we stop. Now that you've learned to accept what we have to offer. But everything in life must be paid for. I wonder if you're willing to pay the cost of that beautiful cock," he said as his servants raised the pole-like cock away from her anxious twat.
"You seemed, to my practiced eye, to be rather interested in your little sister's sexual behavior the other day when we gave you the opportunity to see her in action. Just how far does your interest go?"
Jane understood only part of her uncle's words; her mind and eyes were too preoccupied with the swaying shaft above her head. She was unable to tear her eyes away from the moistened tip of the swollen prick that had almost gotten into her.
It was only when they dragged Piper into the room and stripped her that Jane realized the shame of her raging lust. The young girl bowed her head, unable to look at her sister, laying wantonly below the menacing organ.
Tony reached out and with a flick of the quirt snaked Piper's golden tresses back so that her luscious tits were revealed. "Really a delectable creature-wouldn't you agree, Jane?"
Using his riding crop as a pointer, he went on. "Her titties are burgeoning into things of rare beauty. Her legs are certainly well formed and she has a good, round feminine ass. And I'm sure that you've already taken note of her exquisite little pussy-haven't you, Jane?"
"You rotten pig! I don't see how you can be my father's brother! Why don't you leave us alone?" Jane's voice pleaded, but without much conviction. She knew that her uncle had less sympathy than the black mamba he kept as a pet.
Uncle Tony grabbed Piper and forced her onto the bed with Jane. He forced her to kneel, straddling her sister's face.
Jane could feel Piper squirm as they pinioned her young sister's legs around Jane's shoulders. One of the Negros forced Jane's head upwards, while the others doubled Piper's body into a kneeling position with the upper half of the teenager's lithe torso inclined slightly forward.
Jane looked at the tanned belly and then at the soft triangle of hair at her sister's crotch. Below that, just inches away from her face, she saw Piper's delicate slit, with the inner pinkness peeking temptingly out.
The musky essence of Piper's quivering twat filled Jane's nostrils with its heady pungency and piqued her libido. From far off, she heard her uncle's harsh voice.
"Jane, I want you to perform oral copulation on Piper. You will do it! And as a reward-you may have this!"
Jane heard the metallic sound of the pulley and realized her uncle's plan. He knew she wanted the hard tool in her anguished cunt and he also knew that she would do anything to get it-even eat her sister's pussy.
She felt Piper trembling against her as the throbbing prick rammed into her groin, awakening her desire to maddening heights. In a panic of uncontrollable lust, Jane grabbed the rock-hard muscle and began to draw it into her steaming cunt-meat. There was a moment of sexual agony when it was again pulled out of her with a wet, sucking noise.
"You're not following the rules, Jane dear. The prick stays inside of you only if you eat Piper's pussy. Now, eat and fuck to your licentious heart's content!"
"No, no, no, no-I won't do it!" she shouted determinedly as Piper whimpered above her.
When Jane's body again thrilled to the cock's cunt-filling penetration, she knew that her psyche couldn't cope with the needs of her undulating hips. All of Jane's grasping pussy was straining around the girth of the slowly entering penis and her muscles were ready to milk it greedily. An incredible surrender was taking place. Her body became a mindless machine, willing to take orders and functioning by its own rules. She raised her head and began to kiss along the silken slit of Piper's labial entrance. Her tongue tipped along the pulpy ridge, savoring the honey-musk that seeped from the tightly adhered cuntlips.
Then Jane, her passion unleashed, raged wantonly, "I've got to, Piper-I've got to! I'm going to eat your pretty pussy-please forgive me."
Piper was beyond forgiveness, beyond caring. Jane had opened the lid to Pandora's box and Piper was catapulted into sexual heaven, thrilling to the touch of her sister's lapping tongue.
The greasy tanning of the black leather pouch merged with Jane's sweat as she humped back at her meaty tormentor, while her tongue parted the delicate petals of her sister's labia and entered the moistening snatch. With a rapturous squeal, Jane buried her face in the snug warmth of her sister's grasping cunt-meat, causing the young girl to respond with furious action of her hips and ass. As the raging cock drove deeper and deeper into her convulsing vagina, Jane grew more and more vicious in her attack on her young sister's pussy, The Virgin and the Witchdoctor searching for the center of her sexual radiation. She found the fleshy stub and gnashed it between her teeth.
The leather case was opened by the doctor and Jane had something to hang onto. A body with arms and legs and a tremendous cock that was snugly lodged in her grabbing maw of a cunt. She humped and gyrated and ground her pussy against the impaling prick as Piper squirmed violently above her, rapturizing to the thrill of her sister's gnashing lips and teeth.
"Oh, Sis, darling-I shouldn't let you do this to me," Piper said with empty words. She was shooting through the skies on a rocket and wanted her sister to bring about her orgasm, but she felt that she should make some protestation. "Don't do it, Jane. It's so bad."
Uncle Tony saw through the thinly disguised protest and snorted sarcastically, "Sure, it's bad, you little cunt, but it's your sister eating out your pussy-and she'd eat anything for a good fuck! Look in the mirror and see who your big sister is fucking!" Piper saw the man who was wedged in her sister's cunt and she screamed, "Jane stop! You can't do it-it's Peter!"
Tony grabbed Piper and pulled her young pussy from Jane's face so she could see, for herself, the true identity of the man in the saddle. There was a dull, glassy look in his eyes, as though he had been drugged before being put in the leather pouch, but Jane didn't care. It was monstrous, but she hugged and kissed him, and knowing that her lover was her cousin, she still wanted him to keep fucking her!
"Oh, Peter! Don't stop!" she kissed into his ear. "Don't stop-no matter what! Keep fucking me! Do you understand! I want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Jane moaned in ecstasy as Peter lunged furiously into her and grabbed the cheeks of her ass. She had him and to make sure that she kept him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and beat a tattoo on his ass with her heels. She flailed wildly with her ass, trying to capture every nuance of his pistoning prick.
They melded into a single entity, striving to drive the other off the orgiastic cliff into sexual oblivion. Higher and higher they soared, accompanying their ascension with guttural sounds of contentment. Just before they reached the peak, Piper was repositioned over Jane's face and without hesitation, Jane began to chew into her crotch, recapturing the turgid clit between her chomping teeth. Piper squealed in ecstasy, her flat belly undulating like ocean waves.
With an eerie scream, Peter came and bathed Jane's cunt with the sticky fluid of his spasming release. As the three of them bounced together in the ecstasy of complete climax, Doctor Tony and his guards and Squires, emotionally entranced by the uninhibited trio, manually brought themselves to orgasm.
Jane saw the four spurting cocks just before she swooned into the blackness of a contented faint.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Several hours later Jane was startled from deep sleep by the rattle of the door latch. She looked up to see her Uncle Tony enter her cell alone. He was wearing a tight-fitting black shirt with his dueling medal pinned at the chest. Below that he was naked. Jane marveled at the way the muscles of his taut thighs rippled when he walked. She found herself staring at his flaccid penis, which he was thrusting in her face. Short and squat in its limp state, it peeped at her through the tangle of auburn ringlets that covered his pubic area.
"How do you do?" her uncle began, "allow me to introduce you to my prick."
Jane recoiled, filled with loathing. He grabbed a handful of hair and slowly turned her face into his bushy groin. He ground his genitals into her face trying to shove his limp cock into her mouth with a series of vicious thrusts.
"Stop it! Let me go!" she howled and twisted free. Terrified, she spit at her uncle several times.
He sensed her fear and laughed ghoulishly, while she cowered in a corner of the bed. Leaning in close to her, he threatened her with pain-not only to herself, but to Piper and Peter, if she didn't acquiesce and become a willing partner. He allowed her to make the choice, but he told her that in the end he would have his way.
She knew he was right-that no matter how much she fought him, causing pain to Piper, Peter and herself, he would have his way. She had to be logical and remain calm, that way she would gain time and conserve her strength.
"All right uncle," Jane said, presenting a surface of calm assurance. "All right-I'll do anything you say. I'll submit to your demands, but leave Piper and Peter alone."
"My dear niece-I don't believe you are in any position to bargain," he said smugly as he pushed his groin back into her face. His muffling pubic moss and his acid sweat stung her eyes and she gasped for breath.
"At least allow me some dignity," she said, her eyes searching his for some sign that he was even listening to her.
He wasn't. He was looking at a bottle of safflower oil that he held in his hand.
"Safflower oil," he mused, "rich in polyunsaturates, high in essential B-complex vitamin." He ignored Jane as he gave a complete rundown of the oil's health-giving properties.
"It is also highly recommended for the skin," he continued, his voice as unctuous as a radio commentator's, all the while rubbing his crotch into Jane's face. "It actually improves the texture. Applied directly from the bottle and massaged gently with the fingers it softens the skin-softens it and soothes it. Like this... " He poured a small amount of the safflower oil in the valley between Jane's tits and began to massage upward over one of her curved globes, pausing to fondle her pink nipple to a tingling alertness by tracing lightly around and around the areola with one finger.
He massaged and kneaded each globular mound until the nipples filled to tautness. He had one delectable tit in each hand, palming them, testing their weight and the stiffened nipples protruded between his fingers.
Jane watched his expertise, watched him knead and tease them with his deft fingers, reveling in their satiny texture. His educated manipulation got to her, titillated her senses, excited her libido and she wished he would go on, but she wouldn't give any indication of her rising passion; she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
He didn't need an obvious sign. He felt it in the pulsations of her breasts and heard it in the shallowness of her breathing and saw it in her eyes.
The doctor's cock began to twitch and rise from its nest among the reddish moss. He pressed close so that the swelling glans came in contact with her oil-covered tit. Quickly, he transferred some of the oil from her breast onto his expanding shaft, moaning with satisfaction as he slicked his hand up and down the ballooning staff. When the thick, stubby penis was rigid, he kneeled on the bed, placing the meaty organ between her slick tits. He compressed them together and began to pump the captured muscle in the warmth of her mammarian valley, uttering grunts of animal satisfaction. His huge hands squeezed and abused her tits, increasing the rampant desire surging through her loins. She enjoyed the sensual feel of his steely cock between her tits, but she wanted it in her cunt, spreading the membraneous tissue of her vagina.
He continued fucking her between the spongy flesh of her bulbous melons and there was nothing she could do about it. She was there to please him and until it pleased him to shove it in her cunt, she would have to be satisfied with it agitating in the valley of her rubbery moons.
Surprisingly, the stubby prick began to soften and he cursed angrily, distraught, frustrated and angry that he couldn't sustain an erection.
He shouted out, "Mogawi pupo! Guard! Mungada!" and instantly the short scowling guard appeared in the doorway.
"Tokimbo lata!" the doctor commanded.
"Bwana... " the black man started nervously, his eyes reflecting his fear.
"Tokimbo!" the doctor hissed angrily. "Whip me!"
The guard quickly snatched the doctor's whip from the wall hook and approached warily. He hesitated, indecisively.
"Tokimbo! Tokimbo!"
"No, bwana I 'fraid."
"Do as I say! Mogawi!" Tony was purple with rage. "Whip me, you stupid fool! Beat me! Beat us both! Put your back into it!"
"You freak!" Jane screamed. "You filthy, twisted maniac!"
As the first lash cracked into the doctor's back, he fell forward, growling ecstatically and pinning Jane beneath his weight. The black man, obeying his master's orders, struck the doctor first and then stung the leather thongs into Jane's bare flesh.
She screeched in pain, not only from the cutting strokes of the riding crop, but also from the weight of her captor's huge torso.
His cock reswollen, the doctor rammed it between her tits again, fucking the fatty meat savagely. Goaded on by the blows to a perverse frenzy, he fucked harder and harder, his heavy balls smacking rhythmically against the base of her breasts. His raging cock grew stiffer and stiffer as he pumped in with wild abandon and rushed closer to the gushing pinnacle of sexual ecstasy.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" he grunted like a rutting animal as he fucked the satin cleft, compressing the breasts so tightly around his gristle-stiff cock that there was a squeak of rubbing flesh. As he surged forward the glowing head popped from between the breasts and Jane snapped at it, trying to capture the bulbous knob in her mouth, but he wouldn't let her. He shoved it back into the snug warmth of her cunt-like crevice. He pumped and pumped, anxious and intent, striving to trigger the reluctant load.
At last, the first surge of his milky orgasm spurted forth and struck Jane under the chin. She lowered her face and caught the second spasming gusher between her lips, swallowing the seedy cum with relish. That part of the sticky seed that she couldn't capture in her mouth, covered the valley between her tits and her throat and her cheeks.
The doctor's eyes gleamed with sadistic joy as he watched her lap in the puddled goo. He was defiling her, debasing her and she didn't give a damn. Her passion had overwhelmed her and if she couldn't have his cock, she could, at least, have the product of his orgasm-a part of his cock!
The blows of the whip ceased to fall and out of the corner of her eye, Jane could see the black guard warily approaching. His glance shifted from her hairy pussy to the doctor and back again. The man's hand, buried in his fly, was moving with a steady rhythm.
Jane smiled, hoping that the doctor would allow the guard to shove his big cock in her, but her uncle had other plans for her. When he saw the big buck so close and so aroused, he shouted, "Mogawi-get out of here!"
"No!" Jane yelped in anguish. "Let him stay-let him fuck me!"
The guard hesitated. He gazed longingly at Jane's pink twat, his eyes shiny with lust and his hand still stroking his cock.
"Go on-get the hell out of here!" he shouted angrily. Trailing a thin strand of ejaculation that stretched from Jane's chin to the head of his cock, the doctor sprang off the bed and grabbed his riding crop. The guard backed away, trying to zip up without catching his rigid rod in the metal fastener. Succeeding, he left quickly, having felt the result of the doctor's anger in the past.
"Thank you, my dear," he said smiling. Then he snapped the whip across one of her wet nipples and laughed uproariously as tears of pain flooded her eyes.
"Filming will resume tomorrow morning as usual. Until then-au revoir, ma petite cherie, au revoir." He bowed low and left.
His laughter echoed across the courtyard and as he disappeared, the laughter continued. It reverberated in her mind endlessly, repeated by thousands of mocking voices.
Terror seized her. Was she going mad? Had he finally driven her over the brink? Slowly he was warping her values, with almost the skill of a hypnotist, tricking her and goading her into accepting and believing in his incredibly perverse sexual philosophy. He had her to the point where she had only to be touched by a hand or see a cock and she wanted to fuck or suck or commit incest! He was twisting her, in spite of her determination to fight him.
"Oh God-Please! Please help me!" She clasped her hands together and repeated the prayer.
* * *
Several hours later, as she lay on her cot, fitfully sleeping, she felt something touch her. More than touching her, the something or someone was kissing her. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up.
Squires was smiling. His bony, haunted face, was inches away from her and his squinting eyes, eerie behind the thick-lensed glasses were peering at her.
She tried to scream, but he grabbed her by the throat and quickly forced a saturated handkerchief over her mouth and nose. She inhaled and the sweet acrid odor of chloroform flooded her senses before she sank into a deep sleep.
When she awoke, she found herself trussed with leather thongs in a kneeling position, with her head down and the cheeks of her ass raised high in the air, leaving them vulnerable to attack. Once the haze cleared, she saw in the periphery of her vision, that Squires was standing to her rear and to one side, clad only in his print shorts. He had a narrow, sunken chest and his body was a ghastly fish-belly white. His long ivory-colored dong hung from his shorts like a sickly sausage. Jane watched, apprehensive yet intrigued, as he jerked and stroked it excitedly, working the loose foreskin back and forth over the rosy knob until a drop of lubricant oozed from the tiny, pink slit.
She watched in amazement as the sickly tool pumped to healthy proportions. By the time he stepped behind her, his cock had blown up to ten full inches and was as big around as his wrist.
"I waited patiently for you to awaken, Jane. I want you fully conscious of my every action as I enjoy the delights of your tight rump." He stepped closer and ran his hands over the tightness of her cushiony buns, tweaking and kneading the firm flesh. Then he laid the ten-inch monster along the deep crack of her ass and began to slowly move it back and forth along the slithery abyss. His hands reached around her body and enclosed her breasts, capturing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. As he rolled the distended buds, he increased the friction of his wedged penis and Jane could feel the slumbering lust in her loins begin to stir restlessly. The heat of his thick tool simmered in the sweaty crack and Jane began to move imperceptibly to the easy rhythm he used.
"I imagine you're wondering what I'm doing without my camera," he surmised. But he was wrong. The only thing she wondered was when he was going to get on with the buggering she had in store. He wasn't nearly as erudite in the ways of sex, so he couldn't know that he had already aroused Jane to a frenetic pitch.
"If you could see the ceiling," he continued on in his unitoned drone, "which you can't-because of the way I have you tied-you would see that the camera has been mounted and set to run automatically. It is focused on the mirror which I have placed directly in front of you. In this way the camera will pick up not only my actions, but perhaps even more important and stimulating, your facial expressions, as I pack your delicate little bunghole."
As he spoke, he prodded the puckered opening to her asshole with his finger, testing the strength of her sphincter muscle. Slowly, slowly, he forced the heavy muscle apart and inserted his finger. Jane gasped as sizzling tremors raced along her spine. He worked the digit back and forth in the slithery slot, pressuring against the sensitive tissue of the rectal walls, while his other hand continued to roughly massage her loosely hanging tit.
"Oohhh, aaahhhh!" Jane cooed at the dual manipulation and longed to have his rigid monster replace the insufficiency in her ass.
A few more moments of digital reaming and he pulled the finger out with a suctioning pop and then he guided his bulbous knob to the relaxed entrance.
When Squires forced the puckered opening apart with his thumbs and inserted the satiny head, Jane felt horrendous stabs of excruciating pain and had misgivings. She hadn't thought about the huge girth of his ten-inch tool and wondered if the mammoth thing might split her in two.
"Wait!" she cried, but she was too late. Squires had grabbed her by the hips and rammed forward, his thick rod screeching through the narrow channel until his pelvic bone ground into the cushions of her ass and his balls slapped against her dripping pussy.
"OooooohhhhhHHHHH!" she cried, her ass feeling like a baseball bat had been shoved into it. The raging, nagging pain stabbed into her brain like white-hot needles and dulled her senses. Her face distorted, her eyes teared and mouth twisted.
Squires' rock-hard prick churned in her ass, in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper until her rectum burned with the heat of lava. He pulled on her thighs, rutting and pistoning his ballooned shaft in the slippery tightness of her unused anus.
She screamed and pleaded with him to stop, but her pitiable pleas meant nothing to him. He was using her body impersonally, as if it were a fucking machine meant only for his enjoyment and pleasure.
"You degenerate!" she shrieked, while a few moments before she wanted his cock in her ass. She wanted the feel of the gigantic tool pounding in her ass, but now she sobbed with helpless rage and pain. "Freak! Pervert!"
"I may be a degenerate," Squires grunted raspily, "but you're the one who's getting fucked in the ass!" He jolted her viciously with his cock, driving it in up to the hilt.
He labored for breath as he kept up the steady ramrod action of his bloated organ and surprisingly, the pain began to diminish to be replaced by sparks of pure enjoyment. Gradually, the dull ache disappeared and Jane felt the exquisite rapture of sensuous bliss in her beleaguered asshole.
"Oohhhh-ooohhhh!" she purred as the tremors of ecstasy flooded her senses and she began to back into him, timing her backward thrust with his forward thrust.
The action and counteraction drove Squires' gleaming pole deep into her lower intestines and she loved it, wallowed in the sexual perversion. His hands went to her cunt and tits, savagely attacking both of them with greedy fingers as he stepped up the punishing rhythm, socking his meaty muscle to her with hard vicious lunges that made her whelp like a happy puppy.
"More, more," she urged, as he buffeted her unmercifully, tearing and lacerating the delicate lining of her glutted channel with his stiff, unyielding cudgel.
"Beg me for my sweet love juice!" he hissed as he rammed and lunged and hammered into her jam-packed slot. He punctuated each word with his cock, his hairy scrotum smacking wetly against her puffy cuntlips.
She wanted his cum! She wanted his hot jism filling the mushy channel of her anus so she might also savor the sweet fulfillment of orgasm.
"Give it to me!" she squealed hysterically, her hips flailing from side to side and her ass bucking back and forth. "Give me our cum!" She clasped him with the inner sinews, milking his pistoning cock with the rolling contractions of her slippery asshole in her urgent attempt to trigger the hot gushes of his semen.
"Fuck me harder! Fill my ass full of your sweet, milky cum!"
She looked in the mirror and saw her reflection and it was no longer the face of the girl who had arrived at Salubria-a naive girl who fucked for love. Her face was a lewd mask; the eyes blazing with passion, lips sensually parted-the face of a whore!
"Fuck me!" she screamed wantonly. Squires was using her as a fucking machine and now she was reciprocating. His cock was only a tool to serve her-to cater to her desires. "Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!"
Squires dug his fingers into her thighs and pulled her to him, fucking her bouncing, wriggling ass with every ounce of strength he still possessed.
"Oh, mother, mother, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" he cried ecstatically and threw his head back as his whole body stiffened with the first violent spasm of his torrential orgasm. Jane felt the huge swollen knob of his cock expand and contract inside of her like a bursting balloon as it spurted out the lava-hot jism.
"Me too! I'm cumming too!" she roared, as his quivering prick triggered her climax. She gasped with delirious rapture as she felt the ass-filling invader jerk spastically. All too soon, it began to dwindle, lessening the strain on the stretched lining of her ass. A delicious, creamy warmth began to suffuse her madly quivering inner depths, leaving her with a contented afterglow.
Again she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were large and moist and dreamy. Her cheeks were flushed and pink. And a smug smile was fixed on her lips. The total image was that of a concubine, a sex-glutted harem queen-a whore with a thousand-dollar trick! Jane Van Cleef had arrived and her uncle was proved right!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Over a month of captivity had passed and Jane was defeated. She had been drugged and tortured and been forced to take part in sex acts of unspeakable perversion and degradation. She had become what her uncle wanted her to be-a sexual animal.
But she still retained a spark of human dignity and decency and she was determined that if she ever gained her freedom, Dr. Tony Van Cleef would be brought to justice and Salubria would be destroyed.
She had been engaged in a struggle of good and evil-and evil had won, but Jane felt it was only a temporary victory. Salubria and the doctor would eventually be destroyed.
Jane's body was no longer under her control. Her libido controlled her actions and it wanted men, any men-or women! She burned with an insatiable desire for sex, promulgated by her evil uncle.
She and her aunt had been trying for weeks to attract passing airplanes with a small mirror, reflecting the sun toward the plane and hoping that the pilot or co-pilot might miraculously see it. It was only a slim hope, but it was a hope and it cheered them to know that they still retained a miniscule chance of rescue. Suddenly, they were completely without hope. The doctor spotted the mirror's reflection and confiscated their link with civilization.
They both became morose, despairing their fate and cursing the doctor for having made them wanton harlots, content only when a cock was sticking in their burning cunts.
Two nights later, after having lost the mirror, Jane was lying in her cot, her pussy itching for phallic attention, when she heard her aunt's door open and the guards mumbling unintelligibly. Then she heard a man's voice groan and the door reclose.
She went to the mutual window and peered into the darkness of Vera's room. Her eyes widened at the horrendous sight. Her cousin, Peter, whom neither she nor Vera had seen for a week, was crouched naked on the floor, his body covered with welts and bruises. He was like an animal, his eyes vacant and unmoving. He seemed destroyed-a dim-brained human vegetable, driven solely by fiendishly urgent sex hungers.
As Jane watched, his mother sat on the edge of her cot, her eyes filled with tears. He began to play with himself, pulling his semi-hard prick with utter disregard of his mother's presence.
"Peter," she called out softly, "My baby." He stopped and looked at her, his face a frozen mask. His lips formed the word "Mother" but nothing came out.
"Peter," she called again as tears flowed in her eyes. She stretched out her arms to him and he accepted the haven.
"Oh, Peter," she cried, "what have they done to you?" Her fingers traced the raw welts that covered his shoulders.
"Mother," finally came out of his twisted mouth and he buried his face in her bosom, repeating, "mother" over and over. In a hollow voice, he told her how the doctor and his assistants had forced him to perform every imaginable sexual act with a group of young native girls and men.
"I did things I never dreamed any power on earth could make me do-and in the end, I did them willingly." Then his voice broke. "I'm rotten, mother, I'm rotten!"
"Peter, Peter, my baby," she sympathized, rocking him gently back and forth in her arms.
He told her that they had forced him to drink an aphrodisiac in the beginning, but as time passed, he needed no stimulant to perform the sexual abominations-he wanted to do it, needed to do it. He lifted his pale blue eyes and peered intently at his mother.
"I've got to come, Mother. My guts are burning! I've got to get rid of the aching pain in my testicles!" As he spoke, he massaged the loose foreskin over his dangling cock.
"I can't help myself, Mother," he said, apologetically. "I can't resist the maniacal desire to be constantly in the midst of an orgasm or approaching one."
His mother watched with erotic fascination as her son's cock jerked and pulsed to prodigious rigidity.
"Mother," he said plaintively, "would you...?" He let the question dangle, but it was obvious.
Vera kissed him gently on the lips. "Of course I will, baby." She wanted to feel his massive cock as much as he wanted her to feel it. It was easy for her to empathize with him because she had become the same kind of sexual animal.
Without speaking further, she put her lips to his and kissed him passionately, while her hand went to his crotch and her fingers encircled the bloated glans, feeling the satiny flesh with maternal tenderness. Peter responded with deep-throated murmurs of pleasure and his cock spat out a few drops of watery jism.
"Lay back, baby," Vera whispered breathily in her son's ear.
Peter fell back, his legs hanging over the edge of the cot and his cock straining stiffly in the air, like a bare mast waiting to be rigged.
Vera looked lovingly at the beautiful staff and her mouth watered. She had given him life and now it was up to her to relieve the dull ache in his balls. It was her duty as a mother. She would suck his rigid phallus, lavish him with her skillful oral caresses until her throat would receive the milky cause of his suffering. Every nerve in her son's body was screaming for release and she would give it to him-with the warm, loving suction of her mouth.
She grasped her son's rock-hard penis at the base with one hand, while the other fondled his aching balls. At the same time she put her mouth to his belly and laved over the quivering flesh with the tip of her tongue.
Peter, overcome with the eroticism of the blissful encounter, moaned and groaned ecstatically, his firm buttocks twitching spastically.
Vera moved her mouth to the curly pubes and tugged silken tufts with her teeth, blowing her hot breath into the flesh below at the same time. Her hand moved swiftly up and down on her son's bulging shaft, moving the loose outer skin over the solid core beneath.
"Oh Mother, my darling Mother-your mouth-give me your mouth!" he pleaded. "Suck the jism from my balls! Suck me dry!"
Vera moved her mouth to the glowing head, and her lips enclosed the heart-shaped cap in the wet heat of her greedy maw. While her mouth slavered over his purplish cap and her tongue tickled the flared ridge, her fingers danced nimbly over his hairy scrotum, jostling and hefting them for weight.
It was excruciatingly exquisite for Peter and he mewled wantonly as his mother hollowed her cheeks for added suction and her active tongue explored every valley and vein along the pulsing surface. Vera was torn between her maternal desire to prolong his agonized bliss and her own wanton need to feel the sudden gush of his hot jism splashing against the roof of her mouth.
She probed the tight puckered opening of her son's asshole with the tip of her index finger, causing him to squeal with erotic excitement. When she forced her finger into the brown slot, he went berserk.
While Vera reamed his asshole and tickled his prostate, he fucked his thick, rigid pole swiftly in and out of his mother's mouth with short jerky thrusts of his wildly convoluting hips. He bellowed like a disemboweled animal as his raging prick flared to super proportions and geysered its first choking stream of hot semen against his mother's palate.
He screamed, "I'm cumming, Mother-I'm cumming!" and dug his fingers into her scalp, pulling her mouth completely over his spasming prick.
He gushed and she swallowed hungrily, greedily, voraciously! She siphoned the salty-tasting cum with frenetic lust! She couldn't get enough of it! She vacuumed and gulped and pulled the milky beads from her son, feasting royally on every drop. As the mighty ramming rod, jerked and spasmed to its completion, she glided her hungry mouth up and down the glistening shaft, sucking it with full-blown cheeks.
"Mother," Peter groaned, helpless in the ebbing tide of his titanic passion, "I love you, I love you!"
She mumbled appreciatively from around his mouth-filling organ and held it in the powerful vacuum of her mouth until it receded to flaccidity. It was only then that she allowed it to escape the dank dungeon and allowed her son to fall into his sexually induced stupor.
CHAPTER NINE
A week later, the captives were informed that they would participate in a sexual orgy which would be filmed by Squires. Partners would be drawn by lottery and having once drawn a name, no change would be permitted.
Before Jane's visit to Salubria, she would have been repulsed and sickened with revulsion by the mere suggestion of an orgy, but now, as she stood naked in the gymnasium, looking at the slip of paper that she had drawn, she was aroused by the possibilities that the orgy presented.
She had, indeed, been broken. She was once a moral, sexually naive woman, but now she was a sensuous animal, a predator in the carnal jungle of life. The metamorphosis was complete, and Jane Van Cleef, whether or not she ever escaped Salubria, would go through life an insatiable sex-machine, forever seeking to be satisfied, but never attaining the goal.
She looked at the slip of paper that she had just drawn from the ivory bowl.
"Lucy!" she exclaimed. "I drew Lucy!"
At the mention of her name, the ancient gray-haired Negro lady twinkled in Jane's direction and gummed a toothless smile. The years had not been kind to her. Although she was probably no older than Doctor Van Cleef, she looked at least twenty years his senior. Her back was permanently bowed and her loose, scaly skin hung in slack folds like that of an aging crocodile.
"Now draw again," he said to Jane. "Draw from the other bowl and tell your gracious hosts, Mr. Squires and myself, exactly what sexual delight we shall be privileged to watch."
Jane put her hand in the bowl and pulled a folded slip from it.
"Can you believe that this ugly old woman, who cannot understand a word we're saying, is going to be your enamorata? It shows how much you've progressed during your short stay in Salubria."
Jane looked at the slip of paper and closed her eyes. The doctor grabbed it from her and laughed.
"Sixty-nine! A most propitious choice." he enthused.
Jane looked at the toothless harridan and her stomach twitched nervously. She had retrogressed to a point where she was willing to indulge in any form of sexual experimentation, but she still retained a vestige of physical option; and she wanted to opt negatively with Lucy.
"No! You wouldn't make me do that!" she asked, her eyes pleading for sympathy.
Her uncle smiled benignly. "You should know me better than that by now, my dear niece. Of course I'll make you do it-if I have to."
Jane's shoulders sagged. "Yes, uncle, you'll make me do it-so let's have at it and get it over with," she said with empty resignation.
"Get what over with, my dear?" he asked pointedly.
"What's on the paper."
"What's on the paper? What are you to do with Lucy?" He was prodding her, twisting the jagged knife in her guts.
"We are to perform sixty-nine," she answered.
"Be specific, Jane. There are some present who might not know what sixty-nine means."
"I'm going to eat her cunt and she's going to eat my cunt!" she snapped, her eyes blazing with hatred for her rotund uncle.
"That's better, my dear," her uncle said in a smooth, buttery tone. He moved to her and put his hand on her shoulder and then allowed it to slide lower, until it rested on her breast.
"I like to hear you talk about cunt, Jane. I like to watch your lips as they form the word. It excites me!" His hand slipped inside her blouse, to fondle and knead the spongy globe.
"You see, Jane, you're an automaton! You respond to my every wish. I am your master!" He squeezed her tit viciously and she winced in pain.
"On your knees!" he roared.
"What?" Jane stammered, stunned by his outlandish order. He didn't have to repeat the order. He dug his fingers into her sensitive titty flesh and her legs buckled from the pain. Once on her knees, she stared directly at the fly of his black silk pajamas and she could see the chalky white stains of previous ejaculations.
"Reach in and pull out my cock," he ordered.
She hesitated a moment and then slipped her hand into the opening, reappearing with his flaccid meat in her fist. She opened her hand and the fat lump lay in her hand like an oval grub, swelling almost imperceptibly with growing life.
"Stroke it-play with-caress it!"
Obediently, Jane stroked the growing phallus and traced the outline of its plump rosy head with her thumb and forefinger. As it stiffened and grew, she began to feel the restless lust in her groin pacing eagerly.
The doctor, breathing heavily, made one more command, "Suck it! Suck my cock!" She willingly obeyed.
Her libido had taken over and her mind no longer functioned. She saw a fat, rigid cock in front of her face and she lusted for it! She raised the twitching, jerking rod to her lips and sucked the fat, red head of it into her thirsting mouth.
"Ah-h-hhh! That's good! You've improved your technique tremendously, my dear," he murmured appreciatively. "Lick it. Use your tongue. Aahhhh-that's it-that's it. Exquisite-absolutely exquisite."
The fat, juicy cock felt wonderful in Jane's mouth and she slobbered over it with unbridled joy.
"Over here, Squires, I want a close shot of this," her uncle called to her personal cameraman.
Squires kneeled beside Jane and took a quick reading with the light meter, and after making the proper adjustment, he switched it on.
"A little closer, man. Come around to the other side." He drew his prick almost out of Jane's mouth as he positioned Squires.
Jane sucked in the meaty rod and hollowed her cheeks trying to pull the salty cum from his low-hanging balls.
"Be sure you get her whole face," Tony instructed Squires. "And I want the length of my cock to show. That and her tongue. It's important to show her oral manipulation and capacity."
He looked down at Jane and patted her on the head, much in the manner that he would his pet dog for a trick that he had performed. "You have a wonderfully active mouth, my dear. Warm and soft and forcefully suctioning and I'd like nothing better than to cum in it right now. But, regretfully, I have reserved the privilege of feasting on my seminal juices for your Aunt Vera." He turned his attention to Vera and the others.
"Do I hear a protest?" he asked, with a mocking challenge in his voice.
Vera and Piper turned their eyes from him, not daring to make contact for fear they might reveal their feelings and subject themselves to torture.
The doctor pulled his shaft from Jane's greedily sucking mouth and she looked up at him, her pitiful eyes pleading to continue the oral copulation.
"Replace it in my pajamas, Jane," he instructed her as if he were talking to a five-year-old child. "Pat it dry first."
Reluctantly, she did as he had instructed her.
"That's it, Janie, be gentle. I'll let you play with it later-if you're a good girl."
He ordered the guards to spread out the huge, glossy leopard skin in the middle of the floor and he had Squires mount his camera on a low tripod. He then ordered Jane to assume her position on the rug. Jane lay on her back, and luckily, her passion was still seething in her guts, or she would have screamed with repulsion as the naked Lucy kneeled beside her. Her body was even more hideous than Jane had imagined. Her sagged, wrinkled tits hung down like two leather pouches and the black drooping folds of her cavernous vagina made her look as if she had an open satchel between her scrawny legs.
"Oh!" Jane gasped and her skin crawled when the black hag reached out and pressed her calloused palm against Jane's taut belly. A dribble of spittle trickled from the corner of Lucy's mouth as she muttered words that Jane couldn't understand.
"What is it? What are you trying to tell me?" Jane asked as she peered in the old woman's reddish-brown, cataracted eyes.
"Dah," the toothless Negro woman mumbled, her thin lips creased with a wide grin. "Dah! Dah!" Her broad palm continued its massaging journey from Jane's smoothly rounded tummy to the base of her upswept tit. "Dah!"
Jane gulped with sudden understanding. The expression in the old crone's eyes was not one of friendship, but pure, unadulterated lust! Because of her incredible ugliness, the black woman had been living a life of unrelieved sexual frustration and she had, at last, the longed-for opportunity to satisfy her gnawing sexual hunger. And she meant to take complete advantage of it! Man or woman, it made little difference to her. She was horny, sex-starved and half insane with desire-and Jane was to be her bacchanalian feast!
"No!" Jane protested feebly as the black hand kneaded her tit with calloused fingers.
The leather thongs of the doctor's riding crop cracked in the air and his voice bellowed loudly. "Into position! Everyone!" He flicked his crop at Lucy's withered haunches and the old bag grumblingly withdrew her hand from Jane's breast and turned around so that her head was facing toward Jane's feet.
The doctor stripped his pajamas off and walked around placing the others in position with a drill sergeant's terseness. He placed Piper and the pygmy on the leopard rug a few feet from Jane and Lucy. Belinda, a young Negro girl, was placed so that Piper's head was between her legs and the black girl's woolly head was between Vera's legs. He, himself, lay down in the middle in such a way that Vera's face rested on his beefy thigh.
"Listen to me!" he shouted. "In exactly one minute I shall give the order to begin. You all understand what is expected of you. Nagai, you will fuck Piper. Maduba! Colinga akupa! Understand?"
"Yes, bwana," came the pygmy's enthusiastic answer. His huge black cock, half erect, was lying full length against the teenager's inner thigh and he pointed first at it then at the soft curls of Piper's blonde cunt to show that he knew what he was to do.
"Belinda," the doctor said addressing the young Negro girl, whose face was between Vera's wide-spread legs. "You eat pussy. Eat! Suck!" He made a series of smacking noises with his lips and Vera's cunt began to twitch in anticipation.
"Yes, bwana," Belinda answered, her lips parted in a toothy grin.
"Piper-you will eat Belinda's delicious black twat, and I believe you can reach your Aunt's tits with your left hand. Attend their needs."
As if to demonstrate the manner in which he wished his instructions to be carried out, he caressed Piper's perfectly formed boobs, exciting the young girl to gasping moans.
"Vera, my love, you will have the distinct honor of sucking my delectable cock until you draw the precious seed from my balls." As he spoke, the portly man grasped his slick stump at the base and guided its knobby cap to Vera's lips.
"You may begin, darling," he said softly, a vengeful smile on his face.
"I hope you burn in hell for this!" she said. She was angry, not because she had to suck his stubby prick-that she wanted to do, hungered to do-but she was angry because he had made her that way-a cock-hungry harlot! She pursed her full lips and sucked in the ruby cap, exhilarated by its satiny heat.
"Ahh-h-h... marvelous!" he purred and lay back on the deep-piled rug, rapturously gazing up at the large ceilinged mirror where the entire erotic tableau was reflected.
"Squires?" he called raspily.
"Ready, doctor." The cinematographer, loaded down with equipment, was perched atop a temporary platform carefully focusing his camera.
"Go!" the doctor snapped sharply, as though he were starting a race. With lusting gusto, the mass of black and white bodies entangled into a writhing entity. For only a moment, Jane was able to observe the jumbled forms, feeling repulsion and stimulation simultaneously. The lascivious, prurient scene both disgusted her and erotically enthralled her, and she didn't know whether to watch or close her eyes to the uninhibited debauchery. The decision was made for her. Lucy, eager to comply with the doctor's instructions and her own craven need, lowered her enormous reeking cunt over Jane's face, blotting out the view.
Jane's face was completely surrounded by the dry, waxy folds of the old hag's stinking cunt and it clung to her features like a mask. Jane's nose was buried deep in the repugnant tissues and her mouth, each time she opened it, gulped not air but a loathsome draught of the woman's moist pubic slime.
She felt the hot rasp of Lucy's tongue in her pussy as it burrowed its way into the sensitive inner fleshy folds of her vagina and the gentle nibble of Lucy's toothless gums. She felt the pressure of a thumb and forefinger on her labia and knew that the old woman was spreading the juicy lips so she might delve deeper into her quivering cunt-meat with her voracious mouth.
"No!" Jane gasped, as she finally fought free of the gaping sink-hole surrounding her face. "No, no, no!" she repeated, her mind sick with the nefarious odor stabbing into her nostrils. She fought to wriggle free of the miasmatic pit, but Lucy was as desperate as she and incredibly strong. Her love-starved twat had found a source of rapturous stimulation in Jane's warm mouth and it adamantly refused to separate itself from the sensation-giving organ.
Little by little the old Negro lady forced the odorous cavern back over Jane's face, and Jane, being aroused by the hungry attention that Lucy was delivering to her own steaming pussy, nibbled tentatively on the encompassing liver-colored flesh. She probed it, nibbled on it and licked it, and the more she did, the more her libido became stimulated, until the repugnant odor dissipated in the wake of her aroused passion.
On and on, she sucked and kissed and swallowed, blindly gulping the hot, salty flow that was pouring into her throat. She lapped the slippery folds of Lucy's convulsing cunt and burrowed deeper and deeper with her probing tongue. Then, driven on by her enraged desire, she rammed her finger into the old hag's humid asshole, at the same time that she captured the leathery clit between her teeth. Viciously, she gnashed the sinewy node and reamed the slithery rectum as the old black's body quivered violently.
That did it! Lucy, unused to such definitive attention was unable to stem the torrential wave that inundated her scrawny body. Her vagina spasmed and Jane's mouth became filled with the lubricious flow of the old crone's orgasm.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!" she shrieked, with muffled rapture, from between Jane's extended legs. She raised her head only long enough to gasp ecstatically and then quickly burrowed again, as if reluctant, even in the throes of her own rare climax, to forsake the succulent pussy at her lips.
"Oh! Oh my God!" Jane whelped uncontrollably as Lucy turned her full attention to the wondrous, pink cunt; playing it like a harmonica, blowing her hot breath into it and gliding her hot, thick tongue along the sensitive inner lips as she moved her head back and forth, back and forth.
"Oh God!" she mewed passionately. "Oh, it's so good, so good! I love it! Suck, Lucy, suck, suck, suck, suck!" Jane gasped and moaned with the exquisite pleasure that the intent woman was giving her. She bucked and flailed with her hips, while her heels beat a frantic tattoo on the rug.
"Drink me, Lucy!" she whispered hoarsely, her voice quivering and husky with overcoming passion. "Make me cum and drink my cunt dry! Lap the juice from me!"
Lucy couldn't understand the words, but the passion, the hunger, the eroticism, the urgency in her voice was international and that Lucy understood. Lucy responded to the beautiful girl's aching need and quickly reversed her position, lying on her belly with her face between Jane's widely-spread legs, while her calloused hands reached up and roughly fondled the creamy white of Jane's heaving tits. She tweaked and rolled the taut teats in her fingers and groveled deeper into Jane's cunt-meat.
"Oh! Please-get the clit! Suck the little boy and make him cry!" Jane begged hysterically.
Lucy lifted her face and grinned broadly. From Jane's frantic tones, the woman knew that she was pleasing the beautiful white girl. "Dah!" she cackled. "Dah, dah, dah!"
Then she lowered once again into Jane's flowing hole and began to lap like a terrier, nibbling at the fleshy folds with her mobile, sucking lips and fucking the quivering vagina with her pointed tongue.
"Mmmmmm-so good! So fucking good!" Jane purred blissfully as she thrashed and squealed with almost unbearable delight.
She suddenly caught a glimpse of the doctor's sweating, pink face, just inches from her own. He was leaning over her, watching her and grinning smugly.
"Fuck you!" she screamed. He snorted at her anger, but was pleased with her erotic involvement.
In her ecstasy, she had forgotten about her uncle, forgotten he even existed. She had forgotten too, that the skinny pervert, Squires, was busily capturing her every degrading movement on film-her degradation as well as the others.
The others! What about the others, she wondered. Were they as erotically immersed in their activity as she was? She looked in the overhead mirror to see.
She was not alone in her licentious endeavors. They were writhing together, all of them, in an undulating tangle of naked limbs and gleaming sweaty bodies. Her Aunt Vera's face was contorted with lascivious joy as she hungrily milked the doctor's cock with her pale, pursed lips while the fingers of one hand played among the thick reddish pubes at the base of his stubby penis. Belinda, the pretty black girl, was chewing vigorously on Vera's seeping cunt and Belinda's woolly muff was, in turn, being eaten by the blonde teenager, Piper. Nagai, the misshapen pygmy, was mounted between Piper's thighs, humped over like a monkey as he fucked his huge ebony cock rhythmically in and out of the sweet nest of feathery curls that covered the nymphet's pussy. Jane could see it all as the thick gleaming pole screwed her sister's youthful pussy to a froth of secreted dew. She could clearly see his wrinkled, leathery sac as it slapped wetly into Piper's plump, cushiony buttocks.
"Ooohhhhhh!" Piper sobbed wantonly, her voice muted by Belinda's quivering cuntlips. "Oohhh-I love it so! Fuck me nigger! Fuck me-fuck me hard!"
Belinda's graceful coffee-colored fingers teased one of Piper's erect nipples and Vera agitated the other delicately molded tit. Piper's left hand was massaging her aunt's right breast forcefully and the doctor's huge ham-like fist squeezed and kneaded the other one. The doctor's other hand rested lightly on Nagai's hard-driving ass which was contracting tautly with each thrust as he fucked the hell out of Piper's sweet, tight cunt.
Jane had never witnessed anything as lewd and obscene. She wanted to look away, to blot the lurid vision from her sight, but she couldn't do it. She was mesmerized, too intrigued by the lascivious display. Far more compelling was the urge to watch, to devour every sordid detail with her eyes.
She writhed and undulated feverishly on the soft fur rug, her brain burning with passion. The obscene visual feast in which she indulged, triggered unknown emotions, and the maddening lust in her aching, frenetic cunt was skewered on Lucy's oscillating tongue. She took advantage of the meaty organ.
"God-I love it!" she squealed hysterically. "Oohhhhh-Mmmmmmm-Oh, God, God, I want to cum!" She wrapped her supple legs around the gray woman's head and felt the exciting prickle of the hag's steely hair against the sensitivity of her inner thighs. She wriggled and gyrated and whipped her ass from side to side, engulfed in a myriad of indescribable sensations.
Grunting like a rutting sow, Lucy rooted deep into the convulsing cunt-meat with her wonderfully mobile oral machine, making Jane hum like a tautly strung wire. Yelping in erotic rapture, Jane fucked wildly with her hips and ground the slippery petals of her labia around the ancient woman's face.
"Ooohhhh, yes, yes, make me cum, Lucy!" she pleaded, her fingers clawing at the old woman's scalp. "Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!"
At that moment, Piper shrieked like a wailing siren, trumpeting the arrival of her orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oooohhhooohhhh! Aaahhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cummmiiinnnggg!"
The grotesque black dwarf slammed his bloated prick into the young blonde's cunt and kept it deeply imbedded, as Piper wriggled and ground her spewing cunt over it, while her burning lungs gasped for breath. Her grinding movement brought her from one orgasm to another in rapid succession, as she kept up a running commentary.
Piper's squeals and her hot breath in Belinda's scathing twat, triggered the black girl's climax and her lithe, brown body undulated uncontrollably as she dug her talons into Piper's firm, heaving tits, while her thick, flaring lips formed a wide ring of suction over Vera's twitching clitoris.
"Mother of God! Jesus Christ, I'm exploding!" Vera screamed, suddenly raising her head up from the doctor's throbbing cock. She seized two fistfuls of Belinda's kinky hair and pulled the black girl's sucking mouth forcefully into her crotch.
"Aaarrrrggghhhh!" Nagai growled and threw back his grizzled head, roaring like a beast, his malformed body quaking like a wind-blown leaf as the first huge electrifying spasm surged through his pistoning prick and exploded in Piper's welcoming cunt.
Jane's body suddenly jerked violently as Lucy dug her toothless gums into the epicenter of her erotic quake and mashed the blood-filled node.
"Oohhh, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy-you're getting me! Tear the little fucker up! Gum the shit out of him!" she ranted as unbelievably exquisite sparks raced along her spine and singed her raw nerves.
The maddening pressure of Lucy's grating gums was spiralling Jane's emotion to an hysterical peak.
"Fuck me, Lucy girl! Fuck me with your tongue! Pull my clit out by the roots!" she begged as the unbearable ecstasy flooded her psyche. Her hips bucked furiously and she writhed in a delirium of animal lust.
Doctor Tony leaned over her and grinned, as Vera sucked voraciously on his fat, rosy glans, her cheeks hollowed to make the suctioning vacuum more powerful.
"Jane, darling," he began, but it was as far as he got. With a hideous moan he fell to his back and Vera siphoned the spurting jism as it jetted from the pink slit at the tip of his spasming phallus.
A moment later, Squires was crouching over her, his long, hot prick in his fist with only the purple, bullet-shaped head showing as he jerked frantically over the meaty column.
"Sorry, doctor," he blurted out, his thin voice cracking from the tremendous rush of pleasure. "I couldn't stand it! I had to cum! Aarrghhh!" His cock expanded enormously and spurted hotly, the gushing jism splatting over Jane's heaving tits. The doctor ignored his assistant. He was too overwhelmed by the greedy mouth at his spasming shaft.
Squires dropped to his knees astraddle of Jane's body and depressed his rigid pole into the satiny valley between her gorgeous titties. Compressing the heavenly mounds against his throbbing monster, he began to fuck it back and forth in the tight slot, made slippery by his cum.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, humping furiously.
"Wonderful," she replied breathily.
The doctor, having been milked dry by Aunt Vera, joined Squires. "Stop, Squires," he commanded. "You had the right idea to begin with. Cover her delectable tits with our seminal elixir. But we need more-much more! Nagai!"
Responding instantly to the doctor's shout, Nagai drew his lathered shaft out of Piper's frantic milking pussy and reached them in a single bound.
"Panga poopa!" the doctor hissed. "Come!" He seized the pygmy's thick roote, still wet with Piper's froth and he slicked his hand rapidly up and down its length, causing it to jerk and spasm to rock-like hardness. The dwarf sat on the doctor's lap, beaming with licentious gratitude as the milking hand brought him quickly to the threshold of his second orgasm.
"Oof!" he grunted and then his hot seed spurted in solid wads. Tony carefully aimed the geysering lava into the already sticky mammarian valley.
"Oof! Oof! Oof!" The pygmy continued gushing his thick semen over Jane. First on her breasts, then against her throat and finally at her mouth. She captured the salty cum with her lips and swallowed it hungrily.
"That's it, Janie," the doctor urged. "Devour it. Devour the potent elixir!" He had his own cock in his other hand, smearing the final milky drops over her slithery tits. Squires was squirting his climax into the hollow of her armpit, giggling insanely as he imprisoned his long, snake-like tool between her arm and breast and fucked it furiously.
"Aaarrgghhh!" the pygmy bellowed again as another load belched from his spasming rod. Jane, ravenous with lust, caught the thick, pungent gobs of heated sperm with her mouth and then ovalled her lips around the inflated bell-shape of his glans, while her hand grabbed the monstrous instrument at the base just below the doctor's hand, as she voraciously sucked and milked the reluctant beads from his ductile passage.
"Aaargghh! Oof! Uhhmmm!" Nagai wheezed as he pumped it into her, filling her mouth and ballooning her cheeks so that she had to swallow as fast as she could to keep from choking. The raw protein odor assaulted her nostrils and its pungent fruity taste attacked her senses. She wanted it-wanted it desperately-but not in her mouth!
"My pussy!" she screamed, clawing at her uncle's grubby arm. "I want the pygmy in my cunt! Please, please-I want his big prick in my cunt!"
Her anguished pleas were too late. The final spuming gushes of the pygmy's copious flow were whitewashing the roof of her glutted mouth as the gigantic ebony muscle jerked and spasmed wildly in its death throes.
"Please, uncle!" Jane begged. "Please!" The toothless Lucy was still sucking and gumming ferociously in her squirming, convulsing twat, but it wasn't enough-not nearly enough! She wanted a cock, any cock! She had to have a big, juicy cock in her to satisfy her.
"Fuck me!" she cried out hoarsely, not caring who heard or answered her anguished cry. "Fuck me! Fuck me-anybody!"
"I'm sorry, my dear," her pudgy-faced uncle intoned, glancing at Nagai's wrinkled, deflated tool, then at Squires' snaky, flaccid cock and then, finally, at his own plump rod, whose tired head peeked out from the reddish clump at his crotch.
"There seems to be an acute shortage of willing and hard penises available at the moment."
He watched his niece as she writhed and wriggled under Lucy's persistent attention and then his face lit up with an idea. "Wait a minute! How stupid of me." He looked at Peter, who sat huddled in a fetus position in a comer of the large gymnasium.
"Peter, come here!" he barked sharply. The sullen lad shambled listlessly toward the doctor, his flexuous cock swinging from side to side as he walked.
"Well, Peter, it seems we've been neglecting your sexual needs. How unthinking and unkind of me," the doctor admitted. As he spoke, he reached out and casually fondled the well-hung boy's cock which was surrounded by a thick bush of wiry blond curls and protruded at a jaunty angle from his flat belly.
"Peter-your cousin, Jane, would like to have her pussy filled with raw meat," he continued, still holding Peter's thick, meaty phallus in his hand. "But first we'll have to do something about this limber prick of yours. Lie down on the rug."
His eyes dull and glazed, Peter stretched full-length on the glossy leopard skin. The doctor instructed Vera to sit with her son and cradle his weary head in her arms.
"Peter, my baby," she intoned softly as she stroked his hair. "I'm sorry-sorry for everything."
"Don't be, Mother, it's not your fault," he replied taking the guilt from her shoulders.
He then had Piper sit on one side of Peter's naked body and Belinda on the other. Then, without looking, he ordered Squires back to his perch and cameras. Squires obeyed. The doctor reached down and dragged his fingernails along Jane's quivering belly.
"There, there, my dear niece," he murmured in a soothing tone. "You'll have the hot prick you want. A moment or two of the delectable trio's attention and Peter's cock will be rigid and hungry."
He turned his attention to the women at his feet. "You ladies will now employ every means at your command to goad the young man's prick to rock-hard readiness. Caresses, both manual and oral, analingus, fellatio-whatever occurs to you. Gently squeezing the scrotum is quite effective-but I imagine you know that. Whatever method or combination of methods you select is fine with me-as long as his cock attains solid erection. After all, we don't want to keep our darling Jane waiting too long for her pound of flesh. All of you know the feeling when your cunt cries for the feel of a steely prick. There is nothing in the world as frustrating or as mentally debilitating as an aroused vagina crying for the heat of a cunt-filling cock-and not getting it." He smiled benignly, like a father priding over his children. "Now, ladies-commence. Our Jane is waiting impatiently-although, I imagine, Lucy will keep her occupied until the meaty weapon is ready for insertion."
The women, all eager to partake of Peter's masculine attributes, swarmed over him like a horde of locusts, stroking and caressing every inch of his supple young body. Vera, her face reflecting her maternal love, rubbed her palm over his broad chest, at the same time thrusting one of her spongy pink nipples between his lips for him to suckle. Belinda, the dusky chocolate beauty, lay across one of his arms with her softly rounded buttocks thrust up in such a way as to afford him an excellent view of her moist dripping slit with its border of glossy black fur. Her head was on a level with his knees and she licked his leg, lapping steadily upward toward his sensitive inner thigh.
Piper sat with her deeply tanned legs spread wide, looking hungrily into her cousin's eyes.
"I love you, Peter," she whispered softly. "And I've always had a secret desire to make love to you."
His mouth was filled with his mother's bulging breast, but Piper saw a positive response in his eyes. They were dull when he lay on the rug, but now they sparkled and darted quickly from side to side.
Piper took his hand in hers and brought it in contact with her warm, frenzied pussy. With the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, she ringed his thick cock at the base, jerking it with swift, short thrusts, while her fingers stole below and tickled his achingly swollen balls.
Peter realized that he was only being used as a pawn in his uncle's satanic schemes, but he no longer cared. Subconsciously, he despised all that was happening, but consciously, he wanted it, reveled in it and responded erotically to the feminine trio.
He grabbed the bulbous glove in his hand and sucked voraciously on the teat, his tongue swirling rapidly around his mother's areola. He humped his dick into Piper's encircling fingers and quivered wildly as his mother dipped her tongue into his ear and laved the ridged cartilage with the tip.
Piper put her full fist around his meaty monster and jerked more vigorously, while Belinda, her face buried in the heat of his crotch, licked the back part of his scrotum and then headed for the puckered orifice of his ass.
"Hhmmmm! Aahhhh!" Peter purred, his libido beginning to stir uneasily. His prick, a limp, flaccid hunk of flesh when he lay down, was quickly expanding to startling dimensions as Piper steadily stroked over its length. Vera, her nipple sending out erotic signals from her son's oral attention, reached down to help her niece pull the aroused The Virgin and the Witchdoctor phallus.
Belinda, choosing her own route, spread the sphincter muscle and savored the interior of Peter's asshole with her tongue, while her fingers jostled and caressed his bloated testicles.
Peter sucked voraciously on his mother's tit and kneaded roughly on the one not in use, while she wetly kissed over his face and neck. The boy's cock stood up rigidly, begging to be loved. Its pulsing red head peeked angrily from above the two fists surrounding it. Piper leaned over, her guts churning with desire and sucked on the throbbing glans.
"Oh, God," Peter gasped, pulling his mouth from his mother's nipple. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" He arched his back, his every limb trembling violently as he tried to drive his solid muscle deeper into his cousin's suctioning mouth. Belinda, now that his ass was completely off the rug, sank her tongue as far as she could into his puckering rectum.
"Enough!" the doctor ordered.
Piper looked up, a single strand of gelatinous cum clinging to her red lips and her eyes pleading for her uncle to allow her to suck the remainder of his pent-up seed from his balls.
He ignored her silent plea. "Get away from him, Piper. Let your sex-starved sister have her chance at his mighty gun."
He snapped the riding crop and Belinda's tongue popped out of Peter's ass, while Vera pulled her tit unceremoniously from her son's mouth. Another crack of the whip and the women scrambled aside, leaving him like craven animals obeying the command of the ringmaster.
He turned to Jane. "Get it!" he growled. "You wanted it-now get it, you lascivious bitch!" He swung the riding crop and Jane felt the sudden, smarting pain of its cutting thongs on her bare breasts.
"Get it!! Climb on and fuck it!"
"Please," she cried, her skin welting from the biting leather. "Please!" She threw up her arms to ward off the painful blows that the hulking sadist was raining over her naked body. She scrambled and crawled across the rug to her cousin, taking snapping lashes across her ass as she did.
Peter was lying on his back with his enormous cock, rigid and quivering, jutting up from its nest of blonde pubes. Jane quickly straddled her cousin's body on her knees and guided his bulbous cockhead toward her slippery labia. Once the throbbing cap was engulfed in the elastic breech of her cunt, she let it go. Facing her cousin, she slowly sank down on it and felt it fill her prick-starved vagina. Deeper and deeper it penetrated as she rode her weight down its thick length. The hardened bulk stretched and spread the narrow walls of her lightly used pussy and it felt as if she were taking an elephant's trunk into her.
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, motherfucker!" she screeched as the ecstasy of his belly-punching monster rampaged through her. She felt the rubbery cap tamping against the narrow opening of her cervix and her asscheeks grating against his pelvic bone. She was screwed down on his stiffened column of gristle, completely stuffed, glutted.
"Fuck, Jane!" her uncle yelled at her. "Ride him!" He lashed at her with his quirt, again and again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She didn't need his goading. Her body was being consumed in fire and only her cousin's imbedded monster could quell the leaping flames. She began to fuck with all her might. She screwed her slick pussy rhythmically up and down the hard unyielding pole on which she was impaled. Her juices flowed freely and blood, seeping from the cuts and welts made by the stinging thongs of the quirt, was trickling in tiny rivulets down her full breasts.
Peter's large, gentle hands, reached up and enclosed them, compressing her tingling nipples against the warmth of his palms. He writhed beneath her in the frenzied throes of his increasing passion, his eyes flaming with lust and his fine, handsome features contorted into a lewd, leering mask.
"Fuck me, Jane!" he whined. "Fuck me good! Fuck me till my balls shrivel up!" He humped upward, shoving his stiffened muscle into her scathing depths.
The image of the doctor's bloated face swam before her eyes. His grinning, rubbery lips, flecked with foam, were only inches away from her face, and she heard his mocking, tittering, maniacal laughter echoing in her ears and she felt the sting of the lash. But it didn't disrupt her wild convulsions as she fucked her cousin. She was single-minded, unfeeling and unseeing of anything but the youth below her. She was fucking him, screwing him, milking his jerking, throbbing prick with her contracting vaginal muscles, and she was loving it, wallowing in it, being consumed by it.
She craved his cum, desired his hot seed in her anguished pussy-meat. She wanted to feel the quick, spasming spurts of semen against the hungry walls of her vagina, bathing them with its delicious, creamy warmth.
"Come, Peter darling!" she begged, riding him with unbridled fury. "Go on, do it! Give it to me, please! Give me your fucking cum!"
She thrust faster and faster, whipping her beautiful ass from side to side and taking the doctor's unmerciful beating without flinching, without feeling.
"Please!" She was begging Peter, holding him with her eyes.
"Please come!" More frenzied, more frantic, she humped and gyrated and wriggled and contorted as the room began to swim and the doctor's bloated, leering face floated hazily before her eyes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" her uncle's voice urged, rising, fading, echoing in her ears like a taunting melody. His maniacal laughter and the blur of his arm as he swung the quirt were all in the periphery of her excitement. Then she heard a woman's laughter, great peals of it, unbelievably loud and piercing. A mad-woman's laughter-wild and unreasoning and uncontrolled!
It was her own! She was mad, mad!
"Jane, fuck me!" It was her cousin's voice-from an echo chamber.
"Please!"
"Fuck!"
"Please!"
"God... "
"Come! Please come! Shoot it all in my screaming cunt!" she heard her own strangled voice gasping, pleading, begging. "Fuck me. I want your cum! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Then she was caught in a whirlpool of streaming colors and faces-the doctor's, Vera's, Piper's, Nagai's, Belinda's and Squires'-and their expressions were incredibly twisted and lewd. The faces swirled and she swirled with them, down, down into the axis of a pulling, dragging, tearing whirlpool. Down and down, around and around, whirling faster and faster. Then dizziness, falling-and everything gone!
"Oh, God!" She tried to scream but no sound came from her lips.
She saw a gigantic ball of orange flame hurtling toward her from out of the void, huge as a mountain and brighter than the sun. Pow! It exploded, flooding the blackness with light, flowing over and through her tortured body in enormous, surging waves of liquid fire that triggered the most intense spasm of orgasmic pleasure she had ever experienced.
She was erupting!
Pow! It exploded again, only this time it was deep in her cunt, deep in her guts-a brilliant flash then a shower of stars, bursting like skyrockets.
She was cumming-cumming! Peter was shooting his seed hard and fast into her belly, filling her with liquid fire, carrying her with him to a heaven of exquisite ecstasy.
"Oh, God, so good, so good!" she whimpered. She screwed herself up and down on Peter's slick pole as fast and hard as she could, fucking the steaming jets of his orgasm out of him, while he rhapsodized ecstatically and pumped it into her.
"Ooooohhhhh, God!" she sighed deeply and then everything began to fade and the last thing she saw before she sank into the void was the obscene, bloated face of her uncle, peering down at her with an expression of triumph in his pale blue eyes.
CHAPTER TEN
A few days passed and there was an uneasiness in the air. A thick pall hung over the village that could almost be cut with a knife.
Jane found it impossible to sleep. The native drums had been pounding incessantly for three days and their monotonous chanting grew louder and louder. She wondered if it was a celebration or an uprising. She hadn't seen her uncle and she was frightened by a premonition that something terrible was going to happen.
At midnight, she heard the doctor's voice in the yard. A moment later he appeared in her room, accompanied by his two favorite guards, both of whom carried spears.
She and the other captives were assembled in the center of the village, where they were stripped naked and forced to kneel in the dust at the doctor's feet. The natives, crazed with drink, danced around a huge, roaring fire, chanting and beating their feet in cadence with the steady booming rhythm of the drums.
The doctor paced nervously as he watched Squires mount a movie projector on a wooden table and begin to thread the film. From time to time he rapped impatiently on the edge of the table with his riding crop, being careful not to upset several beakers of greenish fluid which the pygmy, Nagai, had placed next to the machine. The big man's eyes were oddly glazed and his slack jaw worked furiously as he chewed a mouthful of sunflower seeds.
"You bloody incompetent!" he snarled at Squires. "Can't you work any faster than that?" He dropped his quirt and grabbed the film canister from his quaking assistant's hands. "Ill take care of the projector," he snapped. "You get over to the fire and quiet those savages! Move!"
He looked down at Nagai, who was rubbing against his pantleg like a cat. "Baganda talamba," he ordered gruffly. "Give them the yohimbine!"
The dwarf beamed delightedly and reached up for one of the beakers. He drank from it and then tossed it to Jane.
"Drink!" he said, carefully forming the foreign word with his thick lips. Before Jane could turn her face away, he grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head back. He shoved the beaker to her mouth and poured in the liquid. She choked and swallowed involuntarily as the bitter-tasting green fluid filled her throat.
She spit and gagged when he finally let her go, and she watched as he forced the others to swallow the revolting green fluid too.
Doctor Tony cleared his throat and addressed his captives.
"You are receiving a rather rare treat, my dear relatives-one that will soon make you grateful for my generosity. You have each been very strongly dosed with yohimbine and will experience its highly unique effects within a half hour. I think it would behoove you to pay attention to a brief . medical description of this drug."
He waited a moment until he was sure that he had their undivided attention. "Yohimbine, extracted from the bark of the yohimbe trees which flourish in this part of Africa, is undoubtedly the most potent aphrodisiac known to man. Taken orally, it causes a dramatic rush of blood to the pelvic region, resulting in an incredible sensitization of the nerve ganglia of the genitals. An adult male who has ingested, let us say, half as much of the drug as you have taken into your systems can experience orgasm after orgasm and still remain erect and ready to ejaculate again-ten, twenty, even thirty times in a single night." He paused and regarded them closely.
"A female under its influence will be driven far beyond the normal limits of her sexuality."
"Eeeeeyahhhh!!!"
His monologue interrupted by the blood-curdling scream, the doctor whirled around and stormed over to the fire.
"Shut up!" he roared, striking the offender viciously with his quirt. "Shut up-all of you!" Livid with rage, he waded into the mob of wildly gyrating black men, flailing with his riding crop and barking out commands in Swahili. As soon as the dancers were subdued, he came striding back, his uniform darkened with the sweat of his effort.
"Let that be a lesson to you!" he said, glowering at them. He gripped his bloody whip firmly in his fist and held it up for them to see. "I am your king and this is my scepter! I am your ruler, your God! I will not tolerate insubordination. If you disobey me, you will be punished!"
He lashed out suddenly and Jane felt the hot sting of the leather thongs on her shoulder. Blinded by tears, she bowed her head and listened submissively as her uncle continued in somewhat gentler tones.
"Of course, you probably think of yourselves as superior to these savages. You are cultured, sophisticated and civilized-with a certain innate decency and sense of morality. You would like to believe that, wouldn't you?" He laughed derisively and continued. "Don't delude yourselves. I am going to show you a series of entertaining films starring yourselves and directed by me. You will find them quite revealing of your true animal natures." He nodded curtly to Squires, who was standing behind the wooden table.
"Start the projector!"
Jane looked up and shifted her weight from one aching knee to the other as the screen began to flicker with light. Images appeared and she saw that the scene was in her own cell as she slept on the tattered blanket and she realized that it had been recorded by one of the hidden cameras.
The scowling figure of the big black guard appeared and Jane gasped, remembering the incident clearly. He had entered her cell on a mission of lust and the telltale screen was showing it.
The guard quickly approached the cot and clamped his hand over her mouth just as she raised up and tried to scream. He showed her the gleaming dagger he held in the other hand and she stiffened with fear. He dimpled the white flesh of her throat with the needle-sharp point of the weapon, then, without taking his eyes from hers, he cautiously took his hand away from her mouth and unzipped his fly.
The memory of what she was about to see flooded her mind and she cringed, yet she couldn't take her eyes from the screen.
The guard got on his knees, talking to her as she reluctantly got into a sitting position. The dark buds of her nipples were visible through her thin nightgown and she crossed her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to cover them, while her eyes sought frantically to decipher his meaning.
The black man seized her wrist and pulled her small hand toward his open fly. She understood. The giant's lips curled in a smile of anticipation as the white hand slipped into his pants and came out with his huge cock. It was slack, yet swelling with life. Then Jane's hand, directed at first by the guard's hand, began to pet the thick shaft, encircling it at the base, with the thumb caressing the bald crown.
Jane shrank as she watched the enormous prick spasm and swell outrageously. She watched herself reach to unbuckle the guard's belt and tug his pants down around his sinewy thighs.
She cradled the big, black balls in her palm, feeling their density and weight. Her tormentor no longer held his knife to her throat. She was willingly doing as he demanded.
Jane shuddered with shame and self-loathing, yet she continued to follow her actions on the screen. She didn't want to look away. She wanted to see it, wanted to see every degrading moment of it.
Her celluloid fingers curled to form a loose fist, glided up and down the rigid, slightly arched mast of the giant's prick, expertly stimulating it to a glowing throb. The guard's eyes, intently following the caressing hand, were blinking wildly. Several times he glanced sharply at his sexual prey and snapped his curt instructions which she was quick to follow. Jane lasciviously fondled the black man's raging tool, eager to please, lavishing him freely with a variety of stimulating caresses. And the urgency of her own arousal was plain to see. Her red lips, very moist and parted, were being licked by the tip of her tongue. Her nostril flared, scenting the heady aroma of his pulsing rod; her eyes were wide and glistening. Her bosom heaved with the rhythm of her deep, irregular breath. The taut nipples pressed into the fabric of her nightie, putting little lumps in the smoothness of her mammarian outline. She was on fire-her body crying to be fucked!
Jane watched, hypnotized by her erotic behavior. The drama she was watching on the screen seemed to her like the revelation of her secret self. It was all there on the screen and there was nothing subtle about it. Her filmic image had the black man's cock in her hand and she was jacking it off-expertly massaging the loose foreskin over the ballooned glans. Her face inches away from her stroking fist, she eagerly anticipated the spurting orgasm which she was striving frantically to draw from him.
The guard had dropped the knife and thrust both hands into the front of the nightgown and pulled her lily-white tits into view. He squeezed and kneaded the full globes with roughness in order to increase the acuteness of his approaching climax.
The steady rhythm of Jane's jerking fist had brought him, at last, to the threshold of climactic explosion. At the first hint of orgasm, the man's eyes glazed and his head fell back and the smile faded from his lips. His mouth was a taut line and his face was a frozen mask.
She remembered as the black man's lips formed a silent "aarghhh' on the screen. The bulbous head of his gigantic tool, protruding from her fist, expanded and spurted, slinging a heavy gob of cum onto her tits. His huge black hand covered hers and he fucked his cock into the surrounding fists, his gushing monster spattering her twin globes with the hot seed.
He came copiously over her tits. She was stripping it out of him, milking his cock with her hand, her lovely face distorted with lascivious joy.
"No!" Jane shouted under her breath and shut her eyes tightly, trying to drive the image of that lewd, wanton face from her consciousness.
She felt less than an animal-a slave to her sexual hunger-a slave to any man with a hard cock and the strength to pique her libido.
"No! It isn't true!" her tortured brain screamed. She was getting dizzy and her mouth was terribly dry. She put her hand to her forehead, without realizing that the drug was beginning to take effect.
Her uncle's likeness appeared on the screen, huge and sneering, dominating her there, just as he did in life.
"Eeey ah-eeeyahhhh!" A spear tore through the screen, then another and another. The natives were attacking!
"I want the men who threw those spears!" the doctor shouted. He stood behind the projector table, challenging the mob of crazed natives, who were moving toward him in a black wave. A spear whizzed past his ear when he ducked in the nick of The Virgin and the Witchdoctor time.
"Squires! Nagai!" he called frantically, but they were already running for the safety of the gymnasium. The big man crouched behind the table, using it as a shield to ward off the spears that were hurtling at him from all directions. A machete-wielding black was upon him. He stood up to meet the man's charge, raising his riding crop to defend himself.
"Listen to me!" he ranted crazily. "Stop! Stop, or I'll kill... " His voice choked off abruptly as a spear burrowed into his chest and a flow of thick red blood gushed from the gaping wound. An instant later, the machete flashed and the doctor's right hand, still gripping the quirt, fell to the ground. A geyser of blood gushed from his stump as Jane hid her face. The fat doctor pitched forward, already lifeless before he hit the dust.
Wild confusion followed as the mob surged forward, trampling the doctor's inert form, gaining a small measure of revenge for all the abuse he had heaped on them. Some carried burning torches and tossed them into the thatched huts, determined to wipe away the memory of the crazed doctor.
Jane scrambled to her feet and tried to run, but a huge black man pushed her to the ground and forced her legs apart. His cock was rigid, and he thrust it savagely into her, growling like a lusting beast.
Piper was meeting the same fate. A fiercely painted warrior labored between her thighs and she was working with him, her gorgeous face burning with delirium.
It was the yohimbine! It had turned all of them into fucking machines.
Aunt Vera had a gigantic cock in her ass and another in her mouth and she was enjoying them both. Peter was being buggered and buggering in return, a smile of rapture on his face.
"Eeeeyah! Eeeeyahhh!" The rampant natives screamed, taking full advantage of the unprotected whites. Jane was passed from man to man and while she was being fucked by one, she sucked another's cock. On and on she went, from orgasm to orgasm, from man to man. It was delirious, heavenly, ecstatic, but it didn't satisfy her unquenchable sexual thirst.
"Morel More!" she cried out, clutching desperately at the brawny arms that encircled her. "Give me more! Fuck me, eat me, do anything to me! I love it! Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, I love it! I love it!"
She was insatiable! On and on they came, wave after wave of them, fucking her unmercifully until her cunt dripped with their cum and it ran down her legs in milky rivers.
It still wasn't enough! The yohimbine had taken over her body and her body cried out in its desperate need to be fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked! The village burned behind her, silhouetting her writhing, sweating body in the light of billowing flames.
The orgy went on for three days and nights, and when it was over, the clearing of the burned village of Salubria was strewn with the bodies of the natives, who were lying about in a drunken stupor.
Jane and the others gathered in the doctor's bungalow, the only building that remained standing. Squires was with them, having escaped the wrath of the natives by hiding under the doctor's bed.
"Peter, what are you doing?" Jane asked as she watched her cousin select one of their dead uncle's starched khaki uniforms from the closet and step into the trousers, pulling them gingerly over his bruised, whip-scored legs.
Peter smiled, but he made no reply. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, tucking the extra-large folds of the uniform shirt into the khaki pants. He put on a pair of the doctor's high-topped boots and chose a riding crop from the umbrella stand near the bed.
"Peter," Jane said in mild chastisement. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and her uniformed cousin stood before her, a sick smile twisted on his handsome face. He clicked his heels together with a loud pop. Jane saw his arm blur in a fast sidearm arc and the thongs of the quirt bit into her shoulder.
"Shut up!" the boy snarled, stinging her again with the biting thongs. "And don't ever stare at me again without permission!"
Vera threw her arms around her son. "Peter, Peter!" she begged. "Please don't hurt her!"
"Are you addressing me, Mother?" he asked, his voice cold and impersonal. He flicked again with the crop and the tip of it razored his mother's exposed nipples.
"P-Peter, p-please, n-n-no more, please!" she whimpered. "I'll do anything you say-even this." She unzipped his fly and put her hand in the pants, gently caressing the flaccid meat. "I'll be good to you."
Piper was standing in front of the mirror, modeling the top half of her deceased uncle's black silk pajamas.
"Squires, may I wear this?" she asked coyly. "May I have it to keep?"
The innocuous cameraman walked slowly around the pert blonde, his glittering eyes devouring her cute titties, her plump ass and her delectable twat.
"May I, Squires darling? Please?" The teenager, already wise beyond her years in the ways of men, pirouetted and then threw herself into the drooling man's arms. He kissed her hungrily and she responded by slipping her tongue deep into his throat.
"Darling," she whispered as they finally broke apart. "Oh, Squires, my sweet, sweet, darling!"
* * *
A week later Jane was at the airport with her sister, her aunt, her cousin and Squires. They had purchased tickets for Tangiers and Jane was seeing them off. As much as she tried to reason with them to return to the States, they were just as adamant about going to Tangiers. They had formed a film producing company, with Squires as the guiding light. Their films were destined for the pornographic houses that sprinkled the face of America. Squires was to write the scripts, act as cameraman and direct them, while Vera, Piper and Peter would act in them.
Jane had her own plans. She would put to good use the sexual experience she had gathered in the hell-hole of Salubria. She hated the memory of her uncle, but she had to admit that he had given her a condensed, thorough and exacting education.
Back in New York in the luxury of her penthouse apartment, Jane looked out at the city, gazing wistfully at the shimmering lights. She was naked. She was almost always naked. It was a mode of dress that she had grown to like. Casually, she picked up her appointment book from the marble-topped end table and flipped the pages to the proper day.
"Mr. McGovern," she read, "Shalimar Hotel, room 202-eight p.m." She smiled. Mr. McGovern was a middle-aged account executive who liked his sexual escapades to be wild and uninhibited. And he paid well for the excitement.
Jane moved leisurely to her dresser and took her specially made leather halter from the top drawer. She slipped her smooth, rounded arms through the shoulder straps and fastened the gleaming brass buckle of the midriff belt. She made sure that her dimpled pink nipples fit snugly through the opening in the center of the cup. Her silken blonde hair fell freely about her shoulders. Her hands were trembling slightly as she reached into the drawer again and took out her leather briefs with the exposed crotch. She gazed at them a moment, then put them on, snugging them up around her slender waist. The blonde pubic hair at her cunt protruded from the open crotch. She stepped into a shocking pink mini-dress, textured hose and black shoes.
Jane walked to the window once more and The Virgin and the Witchdoctor looked to the sidewalk below. Mr. McGovern's chauffeured limousine was waiting at the curb. It was time to go. He would satisfy her for tonight-and she would satisfy him. A good whore always satisfies her clients!
